Tuesday, May 31, 2011

May all be well

Collecting and hoarding,
Grasping onto images of what should be
Visions in my head glue my life together

Panic ensues, when conditions change
And the glue won't hold.

Identity collapses inward,
boundaries crumple.
In answer I wish others well.

And all becomes well.

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