amnesiac ache
i wish to have died sooner
in a life i cannot yet
remember
as if
as if
...
a pause
silence crystalizing
a fractal of galaxies sad yet
blooming
spinning shards of memory
wrapped around the nebulas like
an unfolded blanket
i am an unmade bed, patched
with dark and light yet
filled with holes that leak
my inner fabric
a far off home?
i cannot see
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