Poem: I need a new way
by Liy Yusof. "oh orenda, show me my coordinates / oh sophrosyne, the mysteries of my blood"
oh orenda, show me my coordinates
oh sophrosyne, the mysteries of my blood
cloudwalking through mountains of time
Take me to where lime grows wild
I ache for the dirt under a fern
I need a new way—
oh sillage, years gone from fabric
but never the smell of light on your skin
Liy Yusof, 31. June 2018.
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