sweet surrender.
i have learned much less through doubt than death
and by death I mean a sweet surrender
when the heart ceases to breathe
and eventually, instead, sings
sweeter songs than the usual hum in its chest
what a caged cavity
each friday dawn we
lose ourselves to that special kind of sweetness
we lay mirrored by constellations
and forgiveness
something, then, does die so sweetly.
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