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Sunrise, mourning

November 13th, 2020

The prison of my bones enraptured and
contorted into unrecognizable figurines
fleshed out and promising of so much
yet too little escapes this hollow ache
visage broken lain down to ruin

Peer out into the world, all distant and free
veiled torments brush along the expanse,
the outline of trails and fragments left
not long ago I begged to remember your name

Wrinkled silk still remains that, silk
given way to sleepless nights and
worn out mornings we repeat out of habit
much like night turns to day
so do the words that slip out of my mouth agape

Set me free to the beat of your vice grip
As this tabletop mesa crumbles to the shifting earth
An unthinking smile suggests your path predestined,
I and the earth cave to your unwavering will
but caves are destined to erode, shift
and remain hollow still