My best friend‘s words, heart, handwriting. XII
Ruin, the most real
and palpable conclusion. It is leveled, face down.
Ruin gets up. Once brushed off, it glows.
There are moments when I no longer live
in the future tense. I walk forward as if I am
limitless. The angels come to impart a message
as they scribble on brick, revise the landscape.
Grace is an arrow shot through air. It hits a surface
and the surface hums. It rises and lifts above
the crosshatch of collapse. I believe this hope
is a table I dance on. […]
– excerpt, ‘Tiny Souls’ by Tina Chang
“Ruin gets up. Once brushed off, it glows.”
Step by step..
XO
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