clear quartz

release your story
there's no one here
the brain's a frantic enemy
or maybe I don't know

it must be about time now
that's the only thing it could mean
when my words start to feel
this rough around the edges
heavy with mud

take me to the stream
point me to my anger

I'm clear quartz

wash me clean

and show me to the light




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