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Ektroma—taken from a wound—
aborted from the womb
by purpose or by miscarriage
of justice or of health:

if this is how I came to be
once born – not born again –
then still I hope I had a name
and someone knew my face.

[and welcome. I'm sorry--I did a lousy job of remembering to welcome you, Lao C]

my rage brandishes my name
i love this image

Extraordinary, Lao, as is Joel's response. Rare poetry here. Stick around and inspire us. jim

You've tapped into solid gold - welcome aboard Lao!

If your Rage is yours,
then let me own
what is rightful-
My Happiness.

I will not absorb your Rage;
you've purchased it,
earned it,
fought for it.
It's yours for you to revel in
and enjoy.

Here lies the gift-wrapped Happiness,
and I pull at the strings of the bow gently.

Here I extend to you what I've unraveled;
do what you will with it,
but don't take away my Happiness.

my rage seems
the firmament
that your happiness sinks
it's toe's into.
sinks it's toe's into
and wiggles them.
wiggling rightful happy toe's.

Thanks for the welcome Lucy.
Your reply is excellent!

Room for wiggling one's toes,
wiggling away the Anger
and creating suds of Neutrality
to balance it all out.