gone away

a swelling of the chords carried

on the turtle’s

back /

home

where the ivory was true

and clean and strong /

without dismay at the colors

of

the morning sun

hidden

behind

a gray curtain hung on a shelf with

promises

for hooks and a window

covered in /

ash

burnt

from the tongues of oppressive

passion

scarred

without a warning there

arose /

a wash of healing

light

without glass, fragile

pure of intention wearing

attention

and authority

patient

on the chalkboard with ink-stained

fingers /

changing the typewriter paper once

more for a single

word /

reigned.

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