i see you
now
the faded garden
profile lost
in stagnant
water
calculations
of time and weight
versus matter
the fountains
rubble
held off
by abstracting her
death
to points
and law
the inescapable
justice
of symmetry
the awful reasoning
lends balance
deceived
her hands seen
through nightmares
wave away
demons
no more
the magic of those
times are lost
to childhood
I carry
my demons
with me
now
the inescapable
dimensions
of time.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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