I cannot hold it in me.  I breathe and the world disappears.  I breathe, and sadness rushes to my eyes from the floor.

How do you hold it in you?  How do you keep rivers from flowing out?  How do you see the world through a heavy mist?

I will feel around blindly on your behalf, and cradle your rivers in my arms.  

photo by ben mauzé.

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