This piece is part of the Cleave Chain collaboration on Chalkboard.

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With my own two feet, withered, yet dreaming

Can my skin stand still, patiently singing

Longing crawls through my bones, remains clinging

That which I can not understand, screaming

To banish demons, irreparable.

Fingers calm, soften folds that held you near,

Reminds spirit, tender promises sear —

With parched roots cleave the inseparable

Trembling through red shudders, closed to the storm

All that matters now — my goal, your compass

Lines glasses freely on broken stems — scorn

Base fates drink of we, curses encompass

Lightning crackles, swallows up bridges, worn

Pillars holding all love’s pure name knew, of us.

A sonnet written as a cleave to Sonnet VI by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

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