where have i slipped
between these cracks
that god intended for us
to sink into?
where have i gone to?
a place between my body and the sky.
safe.
soft.i can still hear
them, though.
laughing right
outside my window.
and my stomach against
this mattress is pulling me back
before i am ready to go.i am never ready to go from here;
where poetry flows in the streams,
where a mind is at ease,
where raw hands find peace.
you won’t cry in the night anymore here,
i promise.
there is a place of stillness within // a.s.m
Silenticel 