"the wound is where the light shines through..."
in time obtain my better sails
as love of sea mist still prevails
to stir what's left inside the more
for greater gifts beyond the door
in time cannot be kept at bay
nor wished away by what we say
instead we hold as it is held
to make our way as storm is quelled
for all endure the pains of growth
from sky to land but often both
to pave the roads for better rhyme
I burn and bruise and heal...in time
~Moses
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