fractured, counted in sighs [ and found where it was never lost

I screamed at the hollowness, I raved at its tangy feel

sharp, dull

all the same with days without the sun,

feel the icy edges

and curled fingers deprived of softness to touch,

the night in its thick fibers whispering a song

of bend trees giving in to the wind

and those

that stood tall till the end,

infinity

opened to my fragile breaths,

and I welcomed its embrace

with tired eyes,

watching as the moon dripped down the wet streets

and found its way to my skin

the afterglow of dying lights

marked in clustered stars and freckles

each delicate dot painted

with the same purpose,

to count my time with the tramble and sigh

of your name

always,

and then, when there was nothing else to say

I inhaled the silver of my soul

and exhaled the beating core

claiming it

my sun,

my land,

my home

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