Grow my hair,
lose my mind,
lose my hair,
grow my mind,
that’s how I justify it now.
But when it all came off,
I knew I was burrowing.
Such a simple, superficial action,
was the beginning of returning,
the distant whisper,
the call and yearning,
the axe grinding blacksmith,
the mill of churning,
the end of me,
the beginning of learning,
it’s impossible to hear,
without the inward turning.
W.E.
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