Breather

Breather

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     (after Henri Michaux)

How you work at it.
Give it a rest Misfortune.
Relax.
Better let’s
both take a breather.
See what the other is all about.
I destroy you.

My theater my harbor and my hearth.
A gold cave.
O new horizon (and real mother)
I let myself go
in your vaster light and amplitude
along with the horror.

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