Memories
These memories will call me
when you let a scene unfold
When strips of me you tore drift apart,
and waves in you atone…
Pardon me,
I cannot leave.
I hear you carved a set of our dreams
to splitting ends,
That peer on chance
and creep on our
enemies’ sweltering intent…
Like you I know,
we dream in years.
I exhale despair and each time
I swear I’ll die
Of simple charm and terror
embedded in a wince…
Around these spheres we break,
a listless haze shall streak,
In splintered circles and moons
that time shall deem reduced…
For goodness’ sake,
we find them whole.
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