Lost & found

I walk on bones &

the path whispers,

 

‘blood’.

 

Stuck between inside & out

there is no time of day

 

I walk behind your before

listen to the tinkling of the bells.

 

The Angel of the Moon

watches you sleep:

 

perfection is a word

minted for you.

 

Stranger’s jostle

no attention to detail:

 

your detail is diminished

there is no up or down

 

I’ve turned from love

into the deep unknown

 

echo of this.

 

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