Silver coin in palm,

front face divided in four.

Fingers close over. 

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Not always wildly

into the dark,

You can 

choose light 

behind the shadow. 

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I’ve seen a man who has drowned. Found face-down, blotched skin, blue and purple tinge, bruises fading and swollen. Tide had brought him in, water swirling, earth set in its spin. Someone’s everything; feeling nothing for anyone, came to rest as nobody’s anything. 

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Fingers trace over heart,

how far back do ‘we’ go?

I say, ‘Since the start’.

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So few words, for one who fills so many hours. 

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Your heart, my kingdom of heaven. 

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Yes to the storm enfolding the sea.

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