Space
Enough of the letting
go, reparations to myself
have been made.
Everything lost
transmuted, molding
my new casts.
The fires have rattled
the neglect from its cages
and the willows have
all burned to the ground.
I have been to war,
it is done now.
On this patch of scorched
earth I stand,
feet bare to feel
the tremble of the new
dawn’s aureate gleam.
I have cleared the land
for you to hold
this space with me.
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