Category: Dying
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A piece at a time
Splintering the absolute into small, uneven shards I can hold, set down, recall, be haunted by; mismatching its pieces, mistaking one for the other, a few for the whole, obscured at every try.
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Closing fire
Day closes in wandering chatter losing itself in waves edging our pebbled shore; stones skitter over the surface, lead trails to the horizon — fading circles on yellow water
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A prayer
I approach thee in thy round heaven brown, incarnate — your glow soft, flickering as my eyes close to forget you are near always and ever hiding in darkness, in view only when sleep comes to rescue me as a lingering taste on my back palate as a lingering shadow in the descendant fog —…
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