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I had a thought, but I lost it.

I wonder if I will find it again someday.


when I start drifting back, back, back

into the back of my mind

to thoughts of feet and hands and arms, like

the arms of a lover

or the arms of the earth.

My bloodline will continue in the soil.

You were there when my demons

ripped the last of childhood from my bones.

I am so much older now

than I was when this began.

I am not afraid

to leave my body

for the crows.

I no longer understand the language in my mind.

If you are looking for me,

I am just a windswept figure on the hill.


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