Stripping
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I
have layers built
from
fear, fantasy,
from
years of construction;
the
heart is such a tedious friend
and
I have broken more backs in
its
maintenance
than
with the effort it takes to
move
mountains,
create
flowers,
we
build nothing, we find
nothing
of ourselves in these concrete layers
these
flimsy walls of excuse,
I
will undress in moonlight,
in
sunlight, in starlight,
I
will remove the garments of myself
and
leave a trail of silken longing
in
the meadows, by the river,
I
will float like an Ophelia now living,
stripped
of the myth I have created,
reborn
in nakedness.
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© 1997
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