You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman


of pens and permanence

I USED A PEN when I decided to love you. No touch and go. Every right, every wrong is permanent. No regrets. It’s messy, yes. But I was and am alive. I am saved knowing I have loved true.

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