Time and Again . . .
I mistook
the lover
for the love,
the honey
for its sweetness,
the starlight
for its shimmer.
If there be grace,
may I, at last,
distinguish
the Divinity
within
my perception
of god.
*Originally published within The Braided Way.
between victim and survivor the absence of vowels Originally published in Five Fleas , 11/15/22
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