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I dug under the town’s cobblestone streets Beneath the sidewalks where children ran laughing Into a toy shore shaped like the dollhouse That my mother gave away And I found the names I lost Carved into marble and stone So many faded plastic flowers Showing that even feigned nature Submits to the passage of time And that all remains In some othered way

I dug under the town’s cobblestone streets
Beneath the sidewalks where children ran laughing
Into a toy shore shaped like the dollhouse
That my mother gave away

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I want to feel myself in the rhythm I want the ocean waves pounding themselves against the glistening rocks Reaching as far as they can out from the waters Like open hands Before falling back to surge again I want the steady wind of passion heaving in my expanding chest My lungs taking in everything Like a fully billowed sail Before sighing out to breathe again I want the firm thumping of birds wings against the the crisp sky Feathers spread wide open over the air Like rays bursting from the sun Before folding back into the body to flap again I want my hot blood to pulse in the throbbing of my heart Flooding through my every vein Like a watershed in a storm Before nourishing my cells to beat again I want the setting sun to plunge into the clouds on the horizon Lighting the atmosphere with a kaleidoscope of hues Like a rainbow bleeding in heaven Before succumbing to the night to rise again I want to feel the birth and death Of the cycles Of the seasons Am I ever so alive As when I’ve tasted life Trusted death And opened into what has yet to become

Rhythm

I want to feel myself in the rhythm
I want the ocean waves pounding themselves against the glistening rocks
Reaching as far as they can out from the waters
Like open hands

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You will find no reflection here Once you unfix your gaze And look past these darkened irises Into the abyssal pools they frame I don’t blame you if you turn away I’ve done it much of my life To sip from this endless void Is to drown In being whole I spend these years Dropping through this mirror Of my making Still wishing I could draw in A wisp of the ebbing earth’s air Find some way to walk in this world Like I was born into it Yet this mortal flesh is just a breath Of what I truly am To drown here Is just to return to myself

Void Walker

You will find no reflection here
Once you unfix your gaze
And look past these darkened irises
Into the abyssal pools they frame

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