Maria Berardi
poetry
Meditations in an Emergency #62 A Fibonacci hacky-sack game. A zero-gravity tea ceremony. for years I prayed then I prayed no blessing/no anointing/silence and darkness/dreams ...so many hooks, and I well and truly hanging. Got to continue on to the end as honorably as I can and got to be able to continue on, as honestly as I can. Honesty is as precise as I can be about, honesty is my only, higher power on which I can rely, and which is at some points, connections, memories, giving me some scraps of interest with which to continue for myself and not just because I must. The only way out is through and I am not anticipating any great reward, I need god and any god I am getting is not for me only through me and I am desolate as ever. Hope is moving me but I do not feel it. now I pray whatever ...it is always what can get done, not what needs to be done. Balance is a position of posture and only a state in that it is a stanceā¦ whatever I need to know tell me whatever I need to do what is given me next give me
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" I need god and any god I am getting is not for me only through me and I am desolate as ever." BEAUTIFUL
A truly dense poem. Its language and rhythm are overflowing. It took me four reads to reach its depths and I still donāt think Ive reached it all quite yet. What amazing work.I wanted to single out a line or a string of words and I could not, so tightly-stitched is this poem.