breadcrumbs
passionfruit
little bird
drowning
rainbow
lost in you
clean
be
blue blood
god
mangled
a wreath
perhaps...
is somebody
keeping score?
fading
drunk
my awakening
the eye of the beholder
of blood and
water (song of the twice born)
...ion
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dispossession i strive to learn
voluntary amnesia
the inclination to move on
without faltering
to shed the known
with subconscious detachment
to feel no sorrow in my goodbyes
only regret -
that i loved them
but was glad to depart.
to walk open-handed,
empty-handed
toward the unrevealed
feeling my apprehension
all the way
yet eagerly following the pull
from within, without and around
the ghostly promise
of something better.
i'm half in half out
of this divided realm.
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