There was never a story
that begins:
float down hungryIn a white light strumming, the skin,
a photo of a flower:
a deformed wingAnd then- tremulous shine, mirrors,
bursts of bright:
where I was bornFor years, the finest threads unraveled
long and brilliant:
the body flickeringEvery cell, each organ kept its faith,
punishing the mind:
fear of sleepingWe close our eyes and listen to the tears,
our mother's speaking:
what waits for us?Distanced between the price of love
and what a man keeps:
the place of prayers
The elemental promise of the words- touch,
gather, wanting, holding:
odyssey 
thank you.
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