In the Step of Morning Dance
you've been absent for a long time, as a whisper
colored pencils of living cells
I wasn't aware of which story to look for you in
without it, I have lost a lot
a leg
a hand
a kidney
my head
until my heart was filled with longing
from the wooden lungs.
when you are in love with each other
at the core of the earth
thoughts have roots that twist
throughout all the sacrificial actions
to turn into a blessing despair.
an echo lost in the church bell reveals
the truth through skeletons thrown into a hidden closet
sunlight sealed the door
wrapped up in the morning
the lips in a step dance
after 100 years of breathing per minute, life begins.
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