The fabric of your being
bleeds
for those of your vest.
Yet, for those, who have gone
before you,
you wander through the reeds
of others’ meaningful lives
around you.
And swim in your tears
for those in their passing.
Be buoyant of heart,
for some days,
you bathe within it of
yourself,
other days, you fly above it
all.
Know this to be true:
your inner silence gives you
wings;
your heart-felt-ness gives you
sky;
and your tears and blood of being together,
make a waterway into that sky,
as heartfelt, your heartfelt,
is the interlace of your heavens . . .
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