Afternoon Heat
blood red oleander blossoms
against a pale blue sky
I want to weep
Chrysalis
threads of fear cocoon me
chrysalid, I must break the fragile web
unwrap my paralyzed wings
open the years of parentheses
Matrix
we hold each other in everlasting arms
as we travel the meandering path
between the pairs of opposites
back to divine source
Yes, T.S.
we are voices
mumbling in the dark
unheard
unheeded
tongueless creatures
gesticulating
groping
grovelling
unable to comprehend
god
or
godlessness
Young Girls of the Land
He who has ears, let him hear. Matthew 11:15
anguished ones testify
girls to women, truth to power
penetrate deaf ears
remove scales of blindness
scribe their pleas
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