by Karyn Huntting Peters
yesterday’s thorns pierce the walls
of me. escape is dreaming. the
light of freedom buried under the weight of
the unspoken, the unanswered. our cell
towers lost, civilization faded, the
morrow only a shrug at best. i came
across time for you, he said before
he was ever born. and he meant it. the
movie hollywood, the man fiction, the
timelessness of love’s hope eternal. we
wrestle with our paradoxes so, the
thorns that tear the flesh that bleeds
within, invisible to that eternal
eye. the rose paid no less a ransom
to bloom in its solitary spring.
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