now
settles to
follow paths
of footprints long
since fallen -
fossil-memory hardened
by its' hollow weight [wait]
that river stone -
it catches corners
tucked beneath
my empty eye
[ looking through the bottom ...
of bone-wrought glass ]
voices summon us
with never-spoken words
that tend each others'
spiral-tethered dance [chance]
it hovers somewhere
in between
two moments set to
touch so far apart
those ancestors of amber light
whose days we breathe
sensations inked beneath our skin
where while we live
so too they never died
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