Tears
Inescapable present(ce);
crystal-clung pathways
to remembered freedom.
Moans
Crying out for more touch;
crying out for too much
into the first death.
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This poem is featured in my first poetry collection, which you can enjoy here.
I love to experience myself through art. I create art in whichever way delights my soul and opens my heart. I try to maintain expansiveness, curiosity, and open-hearted detachedness as I weave my understandings of materiality and spirituality into timeless creative wisdom. I am grateful to be here.
