I want to say yes to the sea and live
with the knowledge that I am small.
I live with my knowledge, small despite
my good learning. The truth is hard.
With all my costly living, truth is still hard.
Sober, I find my mind in disarray.
To save my life, I undress this disarray.
Fear babbles beneath. Terror cannot protext.
Terror cannot protect like anger does,
and a vulnerable life leaves room for love.
A vulnerable life leaves room for you
to love yourself enough to lose someone.
To love yourself enough to lose someone is
to become the open sea, not the estuary.
Death & Loss
A device in which the last word or phrase of one clause, sentence, or line is repeated at the beginning of the next.
a comparison between two unrelated things through a shared characteristic