Even the knowing doesn’t soothe
the calling up from under rocks
dark and sleeping haunts
rise to the surface
where they consume
the ghosts of limbs, storm torn
twists at the heart in places
unshared with anyone
for who would hear those words, your words
be still, little bird
be still
everything has its ending
beginning again
and again.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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