Sunday, February 18, 2024

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This name does not belong

to me-

This body will do

For mobility of the restless soul


Escape from all

This

killing ourselves

Sweet poisons of security

in a sense


Never enough

To fill the seams

To fit to the letter

To tie loose ends


Try to forget

Let go

without remembering

What it was


The name of something

That kept us.


Painting by 'Winslow Homer, 'The Green Hill' c. 1878, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons in Public Domain. 

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