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prayer for a cousin, with buckets of love

there was a time  when i thought the sun  was a myth hidden in words like demeter and persephone
there is fog here and the night comes too quickly and you are wrapped in  sadness.
tears fall out of my eyes like anvils
sometimes only gravity keeps us here.
and i am only here to tell you when the fog lifts
the light will be where you left it.

(also this: