MOMENTS OF CLARITY/SNIPPETS OF TRUTH

i miss my feet upon the bare ground
and the look held by face
before wake
to come and play
before the flowers went away

i want to wait
not ponder this pivot today
i want to solicict innocence
for just one more day

letter sent with stamps contrite
blind to the wounds you impose
too far to see not care
my bones are broke with an envelope

i am here when no one else wants these streets,
and in the light, i want more time
in my mind, it is owed to me
not with pride, but with hope
that one day
they will come to me

dark and dirty and i want to go away
i want to leave today
tomorrow will change me forever
you too
which will change me soon

BLOOD DONOR
resting in pockets that are not my own
where did my feet go without letting me know?
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