good hurt

What do you know?

Face to face, pale as my excuses excuses…..

The moments fall.

Tasting fear in the back of my throat,

Singing in the rain,

Soaking through like bruises.

Who said there’d be a drought?

Grasping for that space between;

Growing up and growing old,

Two breaths,

This thought and the next.

Almost inevitable, almost invincible,

Invisible;

Always and only mostly there.

Existentially incorrect

Mind breaking open

Water from the stone

The desert calls me onwards

This thirst I swim in

Wanting salt for the wound

Wanting, All of This Ocean, inside me.

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"If that Spirit of Faithfulness⁷ sheds my blood, I will drink gulp
after gulp of (my) blood,⁸ like the earth.

"I am a drinker of blood, like the earth and like the embryo.⁹ (And)
this (has been) my occupation (ever) since I've been a lover.

"At night, I continue boiling on the fire,¹⁰ like a kettle. (And) from
day until evening, I'm drinking (my) blood, like the sand.

~RUMI

http://www.dar-al-masnavi.org/n.a-III-3884.html

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