This Time By Georgina Johnson Hello teacher, I know you in this light for so you feel soft around me as you soothe and heal. But now a cynic's smile betrays cosmic joke naked clowning, as if holy wounds require parody in safest hearts. Yes, witness ruby stains on love insoucient. Here, in sweetest holding familiar pain. There, my father (feel how I love) on bridge of rages intruding with detail robbing gravity from earth where mother's art sealed it and doors of communion (on my command) slammed shut. Living both longings, two truths, fractured self; and I, onwardly smiling harbour forbidden fate. Distrust- to curse the cherished soul in mortal frame. No rehearsal of song, just fucking freedom unites that break. This time, teacher, you too burned worlds with wreckless flares. And I, capsule of time feel mockery of pain as comic females rest sun-struck (is that I in the light?) This time, Angels, ignite inferno. Waiting in royal halls, unchoosing breath of life. Loyalty a learning just how treachery snakes where we forsake the light in sensuous fear. Leaving imprints to forgive, delicate negatives of space where healing calls. Hello teacher, I know you in this light for so you feel Loyal, as you soothe and heal.

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