lain here, a doing of my own a collection of chaff from the world tears my own and ours
even then I must handle with caution. This hour too, demands our tenderness. the pleas of my own body I must heed. slower, please. there have been hints and whispers. but the days. the days and the demands of the days. the days demand push, just a little more.
a dance we do for moons and moons
finally, in defiance she sends back
even gods must care for this flesh. even gods must know rest too.