7:50 am…….. wish i could write this pale morning light in a song…….. wish i could light this paper-towel-thought on fire with a match……. watch it twist and disintegrate into bits lighter than air…… let it drop into the sink…… black……. and soak into time………

and the myths of life perpetuate into stone, dogmas and ideals that we follow without question………… gorgeous and powerful goddess….. athena with her own set of commandments…… creations and tenets and misogynistic crafts……….. cold pupil-less eyes…….. a gray stare that renders reason on the intangible……. renders unfathomable stillness in the truths of flesh and earth…….

……… and trying to remain open to the word that will transform me………. or the fingerprint that stings…….. or the crashing sob to meet my cheeks…. to meet the shore and wash it gleaming like the tide

….. and trying to regain balance in a shade of gray…… a light and flighty shade of gray that’s lit up with a layer of glow….. cast across shoulders and brows….. cast over eyelids knitted in sleep…..

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