I Am
i am
a softly glowing spark
looking out of these eyes, driving
this meat machine around,
feeling my way forward
a memory bank holding
my treasures, a library of embers and
shadows, glowing itself, growing
here while bits there fade away
a soft thumping heart, saying
i wish i wish i wish
as the spark sits in the shadow
where you once lived.
Copyright © Chris Fortin | Year Posted 2015
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