The Matriarch Freemason

  
She’s going to
place things
in paragraphs
for me.

The way that she talks.

The pace that she speaks.

A partitioning of characters,

a placing of time.

The beats between the world
and
outside

we shelter
into love,

this love within
the walls of
old buildings,
built of crumbling bricks.

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