fractured, counted in sighs [ and found where it was never lost
I screamed at the hollowness, I raved at its tangy feel
sharp, dull
all the same with days without the sun,
feel the icy edges
and curled fingers deprived of softness to touch,
the night in its thick fibers whispering a song
of bend trees giving in to the wind
and those
that stood tall till the end,
infinity
opened to my fragile breaths,
and I welcomed its embrace
with tired eyes,
watching as the moon dripped down the wet streets
and found its way to my skin
the afterglow of dying lights
marked in clustered stars and freckles
each delicate dot painted
with the same purpose,
to count my time with the tramble and sigh
of your name
always,
and then, when there was nothing else to say
I inhaled the silver of my soul
and exhaled the beating core
claiming it
my sun,
my land,
my home
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