Abstract 1

[Ninva]

painted men dance in fog
they look like butterflies
dawn breaks in my brain
violent flashes hide men
each sees me standing
one takes out a flute
it sings like a bird
like me when im free
there i am within
hiding from all the shame
this sleepy mind
thinks of nothing
i write of words
that connect things
as women haze
they chant to a beat
i feel healed
yet I’m no complete

~ thebardfish
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