unmoored in a blink, like a
limb ripped out of its socket

do you hear that? the sound
of worlds being ripped apart

a lot like people when the day ends
when darkness folds, when eyes close

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been down here so long
memories now runintoeachother
battle lines are quiet waves
visiting divers are hurtling missiles

looking to each other
we speak of fire & water
of loud silence & quiet screams
no longer knowing which is which

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no mapmakers visit here
time has closed off entry and exit
bit by bit history is erased:

rust & moss exchange shapes —
stillness bursting into
form of frenzied movement

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inner-city ballads float in the air:
a child running down the stairs,
a car speeding down the road,
a bike skidding to a halt

in the distance, a silent lake —
a beast biding its time
till it’s light again outside
and the birds start a new song

(cross-posted)

today we’re marvelling at
sunlight bouncing off of bricks,
children playing ball,
the special days we’ve lived

tomorrow we’ll go back to our lives
that look alike when looked at
from this bench we’re sitting on,
to whoever is looking on

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