I cannot help but be
and want to be
at odds with some impartial sky
whose flesh is earth and love is dust
rising to the dawn with petrichor
This is I
the heart that stirred
(what is stirred is unstirred
only when we die)
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Rain and love, earth and ambiguity; the self and the world.The interplay between constant and inconstant, death and life. What does this mean to you?
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