Part 5, once again featuring the poetry of Sonja Eisenberg, and here performed by mother Shelley Wintory:
Self-deceptionIn perfect metaphorWilted apologiesEmbraceThe hours you have married.I have witnessedMore tender proof.Smiles without walls arouseCold intervals of memoryWhere you take me sleepwalking.
Andy
Winter's savage departure yesterday. And spring today, it is already melting. Not a very literal interpretation of the poem today, but this is where it lead me.
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