creating Europe poetry water


February 8, 2019

control: when I see you in dreams / your grief is a moon harrying oceans / on black nights I am weather patterns stuttering across the sky / it is exhausting to be shifting in this way // I can no longer be the rivers of your tears / can no longer be the dam or funnel you towards beauty // I have built endless canopies as shelter from this lunar gaze / still, interference weeps like white noise onto my skin / if you could gather up your shadows & hold them to account things might be different / until then I will bury my heart in the sun

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