Photography by Caitlyn Hasenfratz
Sage
The moment is outside of time
Ironic cause that’s what I’m needing
To teach you
Pleasure I have in my veins
The planet rewinds everyday just
To feed you
How can I be of service?
Burn me up, Waving me
Listen here, patiently
Lessons entwined in the roots of my history
Plant me within ya mind so nervously
Trust
Another word for faith in motion
I have a scent that stays here often
Flock of a feather we rise together
Locked in a palace of self-afflicting worship?
Attention focused alone is not worth it
Was I a part of the void for an instance?
Was it really the womb or dirt dug in?
Dirt hugging me take me away
Take me away
You shoulda used me
I was your sage
Concentrate
Rivers and lakes envious of my eyes
Iris of mine birth a water divine
Clawing my way out of heaven designed
Or was that your arms?
Heart full of dirt that i now turn to clay
Lay out a mold for a body to breathe
Raise up the child and teach em to pray
Is there more to it?
Scars on my back they all mark my mistakes
Thought that my guardians didn’t own blades
Tasting defeat but now i think its fate
And the bitterness turns into sweetness
And my bitterness melts in serenity
And the bitterness crushes my bitterness held within Better sins thought up exactly
Now my patience not taking the backseat
Change of taste got my will riding shotgun
And it click like the last puzzle piece done
Man that click sounded just like a shotgun
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Now the pain that my mother gave me
Has become the retreat for my safety
And inside of it are all the paintings that hold pain in on occasion.
Or did i lose focus?
Sand
Sand within my Palms
Might be some tears that dried up in
the Sun
Might be the Mother that built up
my lungs
Might be the source of my feeling
alone
Might be the reason i’m pushing for
company
Might only come if there’s pain in my
melody
Might only take up a word in this
summary
Might just become what i need to
surrender
Render my breath to a vapor to liquid exquisite conceiving its form as a drop from the tension
Or the sand within my palms