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Weaving
by
Donald Mason
Tears roll down my face
Build a wall on my pillow
Cocoon me so
I may never leave
Weaving together like memories
Of other times I've cried
I stare at the ceiling
Or where it would be
If the room wasn't so dark
Or my eyes woven shut by the
memories
Of other times I tried
The moonlight stops at my window
The curtains closed
The shade drawn tight
Both woven from the toughest stuff
That, once, I might have been
No more "could be's" or even wishes
At last the thread has run out
My last breath chokes on crying
Breaks on memories
But I will never cry again
Tears weave a body
Upon the birthing loom
I cry myself to death
And wake in my new mother's womb
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