| m. hébert |
Ralph Waldo
Emerson
under a half moon
adrift in the ebony
I wait
for the memories
I've borne
for all my life
I've borne
for all my life
that stole my trust
that spoke my words
that crossed my brow
that closed me up
that concealed my path
that fashioned me
that divided me
from my friend
to renounce their rule
over me
for
I miss her
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