slow winter becomes less present or present in ways still wishing to be ignored.

the preference for sun giving way to drier lands

 

the tugging weight of empathy for tears falling

pains become feared and stigmatised through pathologies

a secret to keep quiet, a trauma to bury

all eventually coming forth from the ground

an ideal start or proposed projection to make

 

to maintain that which remains hidden within

the unseen areas of feeling and sense within the body

confronted by beliefs and the inability to accept

glaciers are melting and waters are rising

 

conditions grow not as problems but as sensory signals

signs without meaning

events with consequence

and to what responsibility can be owned

but the full embracing of each life

for each life choosing close to its home

a beating source we call heart

sentimentalised and cajoled into the realm of reason

 

conflating a mystery of that which exists

 

obscuring art through language

 

and redistricting access

a dark hole of a trap to steer clear from

 

 

 

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