Leaving
little light beings look lost over the deep beam
separating
/in a backward image
an inclement invisible hand slashes down
cuts detaches cracks the enemy is watchful and attacks
a cry mixes with the roaring of the storm leaves torn apart from almost
barren sights
/// departure ///
i am leaving
seas and seas and sails and wings of winds sprouting blossoms on the eternal
thinking
no more time to waste and pick up this and upturn that and see
see the habits a promised youth secures how stars are different and brighten
anew
new
the sound of it sinuously constructed attentively desired absorbingly
believed in
unimaginable
left
and he wakes up and looks for her and she is not there
walls are empty and home
home
where is it?
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