gold.

By anaksunamun

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III.

catching lamb skin with nooses by sighing the space of her bow and dark smoke voice of evening. EmbodiedÂ with mother pearl fingers absent bent or mutilated

So lost is she.

nobody nobody keeps me company,
though Iâ€™m alive I think. Daydreaming sleep up late
what empty lonely reaches
though Iâ€™m alive
I think

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Published on Wednesday, April 2, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "gold."

On Thursday, December 28, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

fragmented and perfection
On Wednesday, December 13, 2017, hazydaisy (128) wrote:

I'm glad I came across this gem.
On Friday, April 4, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

Wonderful imagery...brought to mind for me the thought of someone ancient, sealed away in the dark, only vaguely aware there is still a present as stray memories drift through their mind. Ciao, T/S
On Friday, April 4, 2014, Alchemist (679) wrote:

"Dark smoke voice of evening" wow, that's powerful imagery!
A former member wrote: you strike such wonder, awe, understanding, and sisterhood in me... you must be a witch.. your offerings are prayer and spell both.
On Sunday, April 6, 2014, anaksunamun (88) wrote:

Thank you for your kind words . I am Shamanka