Tag: poem

The lights: clinical.
The feeling: mythic.
The moment grows a halo.
Even doubt turns ceremonial.

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I watch thought
rise like sea-foam
and vanish
into the blue work
of mind.

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my mind builds altars
to clarity
then sacrifices clarity
to the altar

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in the cave of the psyche
every echo is a message
from a self
still alive
still waiting

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I looked for truth
like a needle
in a myth
and found only
the thread
I was using
to sew myself together.

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the feminine psyche is a forest
you enter slowly
until it recognises you

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the wound became
a doorway

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I am the shimmer
between two meanings
that refuse
to hold still.

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Silver logic
with a bruise of snowdrop feeling.
You call it composure.

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I read the air
like augury—
and it keeps spelling
your almost

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the path isn’t linear
it’s lunar
it circles back
to the same pain
with more light in your hands

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The self is a fever
that dreams itself well
and calls it healing

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The mirror keeps asking
what I’ve done with her—
the girl I used to be.
I tell her she’s sleeping
inside a poem.

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I built myself
from the ache upward—
each bone humming
the memory of before.

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reality feels agreed-upon
until a dream
unthreads the seams
and the world
breathes wider

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consciousness:
a syntax of noticing
that cannot stop
editing

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