Thursday, June 16, 2022

Reprise

Don’t think I’ve forgotten

How to do whatever it is I’m doing here.


I believe that absence

Makes hearts grow dull.

Blunted.

A weapon nonetheless.


I am not here

To be used

As I see fit.


There is only use.


I pull my sentence from 

A worn scabbard

And open my palms.

Watch as my sentence takes 

Flight

into the moment unseen

To deliver

Itself 

Elsewhere

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