Ragged Hope twists
away from me, leaving these
aching fingers
to cling to
the emptiness.
Again.
and once more
we sink
down
into that wellspring of
softness.
oh mother
where art thou?
safe from
the harshness
and
swallowed
by guilt,
we
rest
mercilessly.
slumber,
vigilantly.
hide,
safely.
waiting
for
your embrace.
waiting
to
be set free.
waiting
to be set aglow
by the wild fire
of
your
soul.
come
sweet starfire, come
and burn,
burn
a little closer
to me.
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