I inhabit other’s



sea vista

empty room


lies travelling.


I turn in alleyway

ever glance behind


to road I didn’t



The dead call out

to me


ask for flesh

on their story


eyes that lived

& loved,


need more than

half heard memory.


I dwell in other’s



while my own

floats free


like ignoble

hover bee






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