The ground shifts

in eventide, when the soul’s passage ends
Heaven’s sail unfurls as bruises bloom
Clouds release a mourning rain
Framed in a blowing kiss
regret steals memories
with broken cries
confusing smiles
The living
feeds on
loss
Loss
feeds on
the living
Confusing smiles
with broken cries
regret steals memories
framed in a blowing kiss
Clouds release a mourning rain
Heaven’s sail unfurls as bruises bloom
In eventide, when the soul’s passage ends
the ground shifts
– t. l. cummings
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Love the way this descends and ascends again with a shifting meaning.
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