The Culmination

An erasure of  Laura Redden Searing’s “My Story” Generous instinct, were you My hand I must Think. The later brain. My hands craving every Learned heart. Nature, art, World. In my memories I thought of trust Then all fear. I Fell on my pain. Hope shall in loss Throb. My, my, my Stand for the release. A nation’s groan beneath Dear night. All right.