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The Melting Point of Memory
my river
blackest water
death etched in wet stone
tumbling dark and light
disentangle the night
and roll my body
into the deep cold of you
my river
once a-bliss in knots of fire
thrashing in the theatre of the wounded sun
now coiled
like slow smoke
blue on gray
snake skin silent
my river
twisted ghost
lost in the moon
wandering through bones
those places I loved
foam and torrent
swelling into sea
old as blood
frail memory
Copyright ©
Mat Ignacio
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