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when I have gone
the way of stars
across an ancient sky
slid between
the branches – whispering
a name
held sweet
by one or two –
a page already turned
who will know
of words
to understand

were never
meant
for rhyming –
decided by the night
woke me up
when dead the hours passed
relearning
every passion –
a time and place for all
for us
it seems of one
there never was

were ever
this unknowing
be given up again
or I –
a secret carried by the wind
to lands
beyond the call of feet
where cold
the floor is laid
ghosts are camped
in silence –
wondering

. . .

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