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Sit with the (w)hole

Turn off the lamp so that I may see you,

so I may feel myself

Our own embers are bright burning visible now to soft eyes

And I can feel the heat of my salt stinging tears

Do you know my sadness? Yes, I think so.


This is the very moment I want to turn away

What happens if I wait inside breath and face the hollow man?

If I allow the scream?

If I walk on shards of glass instead of around and away,

will you wrap my bloodied feet in the end?


Because I cannot turn away and there is nowhere else to go –

I am my own ground.

All I want is to know my light

Come with me –

After all, we are all tender bags of bone and light,

light and bone. 

Baking from the Heart
Los Cerillos from Haozous Road
 

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Jan Olsen on Saturday, 29 December 2018 09:14

It is not easy to stand on our own ground and see our own light, is it?. It is good to invite company, and sometimes that is not so easy either. I love your poems Hannah, they make me muse and ponder.

It is not easy to stand on our own ground and see our own light, is it?. It is good to invite company, and sometimes that is not so easy either. I love your poems Hannah, they make me muse and ponder.
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