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we all eventually 
become shadow humans
spill tidal stories 
what just happened
what souls are tied with 
collecting joy writhes 
in decay's myriad thrives 

rage and flesh 
velvet glove 
reminiscence 

pieces we want 
pieces we barter 
pieces we bargain 
to almost broken 
pieces of us 
pieces of those 
and that too
pieces abandoned 
pieces near complete 
pieces where we whore will
along entire streets with certainty  
pieces of what we learn 
is already behind us 
piece by piece 
pieces of
community 
futures 
archetypes 
comfortable
ghosts, wind 
and absence

your reason 
is reason enough 
caught afterglow 
particle iris cameras 
wide angled bones 
catch and blinks 
staring, tilling 
any remnant night  

wicker basket 
reed marsh low tide
pre dawn sacrifice 
we tell ourselves
we once knew 
what the gods knew...

and this 
is how 
I would 
rather lose
my way
being
truth 
living 
innate 
fiction...

EJR ©