360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and forty eight degrees: ‘despite the years…’

Ghosts ~ Fanfarlo

two hundred and forty eight

for every broken

heart, a blessing

and each

bruise, a benediction

I learnt a little

( s o m e t h i n g )

of myself

with scars to tell

a story

and fractures, pinned

the picture

of you

who blew

my blooddrum

from its

orbit

round the blinding

son

*

It came to change us all for good…

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