times of chaos

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my fingers find
that stardust seam
to grip and stretch
time and space
until the threads
threaten to break

take a dirty switchblade
to slice my words
into burroughs confetti
toss them in the air
with a kiss
blown
to my ghosts

i hear you
telling me
in times of chaos
when nothing else works
remember who you are
and write yourself

out of trouble

 

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

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