• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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I Envy You, Calm Woman

I too, want to close my eyes, as calm as you,
and bow to the sublime, in the blossoming
colours that one reckons with behind the eyelids,
though blooms of agonies strike my ventral, I too,
want to be as cool as you, be one with the breeze
of light and darkness, unknown to jostles of scared
hearts and worried souls, I too, want the touch of
silent comfort, unshaken, without humps for days

I envy you, though I know not what
stirs beneath the serenity that you wear so smoothly.