Language is a darkness

I have seen nothing yet
But I have known pain.
Seeping through
an ocean floor.
Soft bones and mean.
A dear body open.
What I am saying is….
I’ve barely arrived.
And she herself was there.
Pleading for more body.
With such an effort of dignity.
A beauty, still to be hold.

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