in irons

she loves the ways of the world
that fold underneath her skin

pinned down by time
and kept there for her becoming

she began to become
evolving in her motions
seeing history repeat
and prophecies rein true

the secret notions of would be breaths
poured through her nostrils
seeping out her pores

her essence escaped her
dividing itself

multitude of magnitude
transference of being
her one to the many

written- 1.12.12

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