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Where I Wrest
Nov 9, 2022
The detente of joy and sorrow
The Moon portrays its face
in tormenting tides
of boundless shape and form.
While the Sun is slowly the place
where I wrest
foraging for respite
from each passing storm.
Written by Joejohn Black
Now dissecting thoughts and emotions, pinning words, then commentary to the facets, curating and sharing them as legends of my being. Then they’re on their own.