"Shrine"
There I was,
scattered,
the pieces of me
washing back
into the shore
I walked, again,
out of the ocean,
on different feet
and legs into
the other world,
where I began;
laid before me
a story unread,
somehow familiar,
an odd sacrament
on an alter
raised
for a bed,
to sleep
to dream
again,
I lay down
to rest my head,
so very very tired
perhaps alive
not...
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