This is a sacrament called undoing.
There, rank.
There, form.
There, plot.
Return.
Not the way you came.
That way is also undone.
Go where
movement will unravel, too.
To find a beginning.
It is not what you remember, not yet.
Acts of the Flesh
Rites of passage.
Ooh! I love this! But you knew I would … haha
Sister Amaya, Thank you with a big hug.
An excellent new year’s poem!
Bartholomew, thank you. I hadn’t seen it that way at the time, but I like that frame.
Great piece.
Chris. Thank you, friend.