Wind in the boundaries 


Out beyond ideas 

of wrong doing and right doing 

There is a field.

I’ll meet you there.

-Rumi 

  

As You Were

Wind up 

like a doll 

Dustbins 

Sustaining injuries 

of the long-foresaken soul

How does this 

still exist 

She wonders through her open fire fists 

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