Wyrd Talking
Sometimes
I think
they talk to themselves
through us
not exactly word-for-word
though the sense of it
then I (re)member
they are we, or was, us, at sometime
then we remember again
they don't make plain sense
playing wyrd-for-wyrd in-stead
sew halves, two find
grain-by-grain
frisson of recognition
in (an)other
Sometimes
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