exhausted from the fire as my womb opens up to flood my consciousness with the death of potential making room for the next cycle not knowing it is barren like my heart wandering labyrinthine paths of reconciliation with the One prayers bleed onto the earth with each pang and tremor of piercing truths once obscured…

nobody knows that nobody’s right nobody knows that nobody’s wrong nobody, but grace grace knows that pain is love imprisoned speaking in mad tounges, facades of hate, and whispers of lucidity answering prayers of faith lost in a sea of wishes and forgotten victories nobody knows that nobody’s rich nobody knows that nobody’s poor nobody,…