Pain — P5 – poems, prose, painting, pondering, people.

Could there be ways to live
this life of mine decreed,
without the shining edge
of pain, so finely sheathed,
and then in time released,
to cut through minutes
neat, and chop the days
and sodden nights, through
realms of merciless sleep?
Or is it all so written, in
times before I breathed,
that life […]

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