Dissociative Disorder

by Alyce

for bridgette, alyce, hadassah,
and all the rest of me
I/we spin poems from multi-colored seeds we've sown the dreams come, but the fabric is misshapen and torn my waking hours bring no rhyme & even less reason I/we weave words to soothe hurt ease pain make love which brings the rain again I/we see with my fingertips sounds I utter don't come from our lips stitching together pictures from the silhouette of souls against the wall above a feather bed makes manifest past-present future of everything I ever heard said I/we weave/spin on a wheel within a wheel whirling circles round my selves creating tapestry surreal don't wake us & don't fear it's the sanity of a poet we love it here

Dissociative Disorder by Alyce

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