1.
As my paranoia grows,
like moss
across a forest floor,
I return again
to this flagging vision.
2.
Blood flows,
unlike a river,
back into itself,
no exhausted push
through silt
as it filters
into the sea.
3.
I fear I am lost
between a crab-like
exchange of shells
of who and where
I am now and before;
just a quick rattle
of bones in a cup
before clattering
into air.
4.
Oh, Absence,
do not deny
love’s collapse
into the dark.
5.
I take a step
away from who
I am, a step
back to find
who I just was;
and then again,
another turn
finds me gone.
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