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sixty nine degrees: ‘beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth…’

Samson ~ Regina Spektor

sixty nine

Bow of ephemeral blue, spangled silver. Tied for my sister, in pencil. Pen, ink. And quill. Faery heart, words worth: comrade. In solidarity. To celebrate, courage. Dreams. Generosity, fierce fire. Blazing talent. Kept small, and boxed. Too long. Now comes spring, to set you free. Sister soul, I salute. You, Missy T. A thousand seas, away. Still, we abide. Stand by, stand strong. Together. As you stretch your wings, prepare to fly.

And brother souls, for you. Too. We rejoice. Those of, gentle strength. Magnificent beating, blood drums. Pure. Shared path, of truth. Know this: we wander beside. You. Kindred spirits, of grand journeys. Of life. And love. And mystery. Our blood seeks, as roots do. Deep into, dark soil. Finding there, family. Interconnected, community. We are here. With you. Always.

And the bible didn’t mention us, not even once…

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2 comments on “sixty nine degrees: ‘beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth…’

  1. anisioluiz2008
    December 8, 2012

    Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.

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