Work

by animalworkss

My Muse is the many passing moments that lived not up to fulfillment,
And through this strange, abstract digestion my soul can go on limping in crippled, indirect silence;
But ’till this body comes full circle, blood, sweat, and tears will be all I have to build bridges
With alloys of heart and steel, My Beloved, it is You that gives life its saturation
In touching it, I am touched by You

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Copyright Keli Birchfield 2012

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