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A million conversations intertwining and unwinding within the cave of my skull
Always it is this way
The thoughts reflect back from the bone walls
Echoes, trembling in the dark
And what little light is present reveals ancient carvings, primitive drawings and verses scrawled and etched into every illuminated surface
Longing for an answer, a call back that isn’t my own tremulant voice
Echoes, harmonics resonating then recessing
Echoes, scared and infantile feedbacks
Forever folding inward

Watching loved ones enter the earth,
Merging with the energy in the dirt
Escaping the loop while we remainders of the body
Stand stoic in the rain, clutching the ring as it spins
To keep from flying off into our own ever after
Clinging to this ticking rock
As it rolls through cold and vacuous space

2019sm