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Raggèd rocks, weathered like the skin of my belovèd wrestling with himself,
rough and grooved and sharp with linear agonies borne over time
and no conclusion
Abiding like an outrage of completely opaque mirrors,
too shocked by the truth to reflect it, hiding
The rocks reveal the inner tissues of our bullet-riddled souls,
the marrow’s holes, where marrow sits now only as a polka of shadows,
cast by an aghast sun
How dare I speak for or against those who attack, those who defend,
when I don’t know the difference between those words, those actions?
When I’ve so much violence within myself?
Nor, if you kill me, will you rid yourself
or the world
of the virus
One way only can subdue it embrace it in yourself, bind it, befriend it,
show mercy to the beast that inhabits inhabits inhabits
wrestle befriend show your self unknown compassion
unknown compassion unknown
It takes practice more quiet
eventually it comes
Listen to no one,
cry
Thus I teach, reach
even myself
– Silke Heiss
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| All photos by the author. Graffitti on rock captured 18th October 2023 |
