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The Universe of my Belonging

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

A tender crag
So wished the ebon blanket he’d embrace.
The burden would be such that
The essence of my misery
Would twinkle on the surface
Betwixt its crisps and creases
And composure I’d attain
As my fingertips indent
The inmost core of the universe.
My universe.
The one you and I once lay under
But now it’s just the universe and I.
Ebon blanket and I.