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WEIGHT

I would of never guessed everything to be so still.

 
the moon has come to the water and reflected
 
bits of twilight and flecks of universe.
 
I have over packed.
 
I have baby fat still lodged into worry
 
with my adolescent slumped
 
over my back.
 
Weight.
 
And it all seem so necessary
 
SO vital ..
 
Suitcases of principles, ideals, poems, favorite essays. Favorite quotes, journals entries , ticket stubs, photos …
 
Weight.
 
I have over packed.
 
-Cam Ie

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Praying

I am yielding,  I am praying.

Through the night my voice,

a blaring struggle

but I yield.

It has slipped away, and the praying

consistent, has slipped away.

Sound bursting everywhere,

but it jumps to the river

and dunks under,

and rises

and under again …

crowds, stand still

watching the sound gurgle

Die, and breath again.

They see it rise,

and have called me clean.

— Cam Ie