Next of Kin
love can bind memories
sorrow blends with wind
water drips into a stream
thin as a skim of skin
as ghost is to remembering
like members of a greater sin
they should be only simmering
in a broth of the bitter end.
so it is to shooting up
falling into the glimmering
joy comes to who we were
when we were higher withering
living with the next of kin.
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