Title: In The Remains, We Nurture Writer: Minerva T. Bloon

It is you I wake to, mornings As if you were conducting yourself on the radio Carousing in the clouds Of slumber-angelic-shymphony Stirring the smoke of some recent burning dream.

I fervently bled from the rhapsodies Entranced in the way you assembled All the instruments together Laying them at my feet by nature's walk I can see-you-understood-of wanting To make my seas, brimming with sustaining life.

I feel you. Growing tall and human Amidst the laughter of your child I see-you-within pale green grass Thick with dreams In this world's gray dawn.

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