Write it into existence
In the feathery folds of her brown hair,
you’ll find the entire world.
knotted from wind,
somersaults in the grass,
one million cartwheels I’ve
been asked to watch.
without her, the universe has
no string to hold it together.
no construct. no light.
peace is found in her morning
sigh, when the fish in the tank
next to her is swimming furiously
to the surface to reach new air.
when the cat is fed and has stopped
stirring.
when the sun screams through the blinds
and pupil wide eyes sharpen
into focus.
girls waking up
in dark rooms in all corners
hold world peace in their fists.
allow them to un-clench.
In The Way 
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