"Which light do you hold for yourself?

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Within the garden filled with

The flowers of fragility

She wants to speak with you.

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You must open to Her, as

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Her beauty is trapped within your hold 

The grasp from the moment, too tight;

A misplaced strength. 

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For it is Her that holds the roses for you

In this frail hand

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See! Here - 

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The structure of fragility within the self unfurls

like the discovered landscape

of 

the 

movement

of 

language, written idiosyncratically 

in the 

breath 

of a 

moment.

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                - The sideways movement is exemplified in three ways."

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Poetry © Jess Bull Anderson