farewell

.

a distant memory of when
there were scents of bloom
frequencies of unfurling
unknowing yearning sensing

across hills and hollows
our childhood corroded
the mournful call of the house
over glaciers of youth and whispers
tears alloyed by the hands of time

you see us in the archive
footprints forged
in frozen glints, anodized
faces grimaces musings
bodies releasing oxidized

now I am all of us
gathered in a dense farewell
wound tight
right beneath my navel

.

 

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