maybe her life was a comedy of errors
what rules dictated anything within the hours of her days?
what tiny stars shined light that bled through
the purple blue black blanket
of the sky
to show her they way? what was the way?
why had she been put into the form of a body
-such a primitive vehicle-
more times than she could count or remember?
what place can she hold
secretly between silent fingers
turning bright silver into gleaming gold?
-Imaya, 2015
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