phantom limbs and fallen branches

 

I.

Phantom limbs and fallen branches.

 

Sinewy fibers

coarsened in time.

 

Memory

recedes

secedes

concedes

to fate,

what is—

unwinding

our shadows as luminous as our suns.

 

All we’ve lost

All we have

 

a hollowed core

shuddering—

amidst faceless exposure.

 

Do the bees build their hives,

make their honey

For you—

 

alone.

 

II.

Radial geographies of self

shoring fragments from ruins.

 

Words whisper in my ear

hide in my mouth—

 

clenched fist

open hand.

 

The Body

fickle and fragile vessel

treasonous—

trades expression

for communication.

 

III.

Fog swallows full moon

hovers, moves, lifts

Clears.

 

The day unfolds—

And I cry.

 

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