A moment a lifetime...
I remember the first time reading the poem,
the poem where all the words flowed towards a knowing,
I was able to float past that knowing and on to an experience,
towards a darkness of cool silence...
I think that
I am alone
moving
towards blackness
but there is
a presence...
I want to
turn away
because
I am little
I am naked
and I am scarred...
I am turning
over and over
and I am drawn
to see...
that I am closer
still naked
not perfect
and still closer
a woman...P.S.
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