Exiled
Allowance
Conditions Feigned affection
The hardest pulls
Of giving taken airs
Leaving breathless
Wonder
Or, fighting
Against conditioned
Worth, the values
Of us, these workers
Tried so many times
These same sides
Shift easily
These softened
Edges and eased landings
Scarring and maiming us
Fury on any side
Burns the same fire
Anyplace for the wind
Doesn’t sound
Quite the same
For me
The hollows
Reach around
The only possibilities
Broaden the limits
Of borders, and help
Mend walls, construct
Barriers against grass roots
Even
Feel for the empty
Spaces we are given
The ease of helping
Or what hindrance
Could mean
Only for the dearly
Dearly
Beloved
fire chasing me
Underground
Intensities of passions
These contrasts
Sitting with
Light within the Earth
Sparking within me
