Within
My wishes – a retinue
Of lilac blues,
Deep reds,
And grays
Subdued.
For following through will lead
To a doubtful paradise
With an iceberg beneath.
The past – smells of yeast,
Dough rising as if
It was hearts it would feed.
Grandma – the self
Given away piece by piece.
Unlike her – I undress the self
And feed fruitless demons
Slices of mango,
The good ones near the pit.
And ashes of wonder
Still smolder as my eyes
Beg the Heavens
To lead me
Away from the deep.
Within
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