the baptism

the emptiness subsides and hope
slips into the crevices; spaces
filled with cold spores disperse
as curtains draw open, at once,
at the command of the sun. this
heart braves you out even in the
aftermath, dilemma-like typhoons
that did chase us from our mind’s
desert and into the reign of floods
where sorrow plunged us deeper into
rebirth… if none drowns, then the
baptism shall make us whole again

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About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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