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Virginia Frances Sterrett

Yield.

An underlying murmur rises, swells in my chest and fills my throat with unborn tears; a lament for neglected fruit I’ve left to ferment in the sun, drunk off sips of sadness from this bitter wine. Standing on tip toe in the orchard of ether, can

Be Still

Be still
in this moment.
Now.
Now.
And now.

An atom, a terminus
in The Vast.

Jewels

They may have brilliant jewels

But I have the look in your eyes…

Rumi

You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

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Awake

Eyes don’t fail me now. I’m wide awake.  I’m wide awake. Light, don’t burn out. I’m wide awake.  I’m wide awake. Mind, don’t start to slow. I’m wide awake. I’m wide awake. Legs, don’t lose control. I’m wide awake. I’m wide awake. Body, don’t let

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I’ll say it again

I’ll say it again & again & again Until you hear me right There is always more than one way to win But never without a fight They shove it down your throat and say, “Live with it, that’s Life.” You can chew it with

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The Cup

In my cup of water I hold the tears of an ancient queen, The blood of her young slain king, the sweat of the mourners who came to sing. What the earth didn’t swallow was brought back by the sun A cycle with no ending

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One Breeze

There is but one breeze that lies in wait throughout the universe, only moving at the moment that all natural factors are in place to move it, and whether it is a gusting squall strong enough to push down a tree, or just strong enough

Lie Down

Lie down in the bed that you made It’s your grave Don’t forget about all of the lives you enslaved A charade on parade You took more than they gave Built a frame of their bones And called it your home At the end of