All life is paper-made

Like water, let’s say
takes shape of container
or like clay malleable
can be crumpled or torn
written on or left blank
soaked in the acidity of sorrow
touched with happier hue
recycled if so wished
paper like life
is in your hands
and yet not unopen
to the re-birthing
with blade and brush.

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Blessings of Blackness

A blessing!
That’s another name to the dark
for underside makes the apparent
shade parents illumination
interdependencies rule
but eye,
perennial deceiver
takes line
gathers shine
relegates to oblivion
the maker
refuses to bless
in denominational privileging.

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