What is it? (A Guide)
FROM THE WATERS:
January 19th, 2003
a thin white ghost child laughed by me walking
a thin white ghost child laughed by me walking
into the salted litte air
scent rose from below
night followed me home, twisting the blackness
inside me. now white clouds like a safe snow at
night, descends on a warming chest.
now whites conspire to rid of the dire
as lips follow motions before.
give in to what could never keep us
give in to lighting the basin at the soul soil morning
passing west
give in to the touch of an angel
give in to the vast of a savior
give into fasting from failure, to where hesitance
has dried.
give in to the light that may save us
for the white-ghost childs in joy may cry…
quietly haunting the night
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