Saturday, August 5, 2023

reset the world.

what is perfection  

what you cannot have,

that which sets you free

and pays you back

tenderly, with cupped 

hands


on this timeline 

in this lifetime, you

owe elsewhere 


my heart 

in my mouth 


     om tat sat 


           om tat sat


and your tongue, 

teeth on my neck


what is this really


how much of you

was pieced together

by bleached vertebrae,

crow feather, smoke and

the wind from the 

west deepening  

obsidian, those eyes

and freedom

nailing you down 


om tat sat


© 8.5.2023 heather brager


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