Boundless

I am neither here nor there,

my mind, set on tempests.

While the heart,

plainly beats.

 

flowing words–hold me close;

I am sanguine.

Brimming with

the rich redness of life, repose,

and everything in-between.

 

With nothing behind,

I cry and cry in sweetness: bound to no thing other than me.

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