echoes in a turtleshell
A cyber journal of my artistic journey.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Storm of the Heart
storm of the heart;
sweeping the shores bare,
unburying bones
relegated to memory,
raising shards to pierce,
webs of weed to tangle,
never predicted,
usually unexpected,
frequently incapacitating,
always cleansing.
- B
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