what removed me
from solitude
entered with
wings half-lit
it gathered in my mouth
symbols forming
against the soft interior
of my speech
my afflictions
between hairline and skull
became fluent
abundant
uncontained
loving me
like a man
who knows his darkness
well enough
to let it breathe
outside of him
visible
unhidden
still reaching
toward light
Mari Sánchez Cayuso 
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