• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 02
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For the embers that died in the midst of fire

I see you not as a body but a language
not understood, as an animal untamed,
as a lover careless, but these things faded
into knowledge like spiral waves of the sea
            mother's joy uneven on a night the stars refused to shine. her tears unraveling the pains of this world & her
grief was written as headlines with cries
from the underworld.

            it was said the brightest star shines the shortest time
but what of the ember dying inside fire or
the goodbyes that were never said & will
never be said?
a word does not make up a poem, a fact
does not make a pool of knowledge.
All that was needed was a face carrying strength and joy.