flash along the highway
a new mother merging from what is schooled
cowardice comes to mind as love does
the opportunity to speak one mind does not garantee
and the hand which comes in flashes of light
and in food or dirt (of which we do not know the contents)
has already been us
passed through
it is returning
and neither of us ever really
walked away
or covered up
completely naked
with all that is naked and spirit
metal pooling on a slow road
melting inward
towards the same body of water
the one i check in on
and quickly tell my secrets
and i make a home there
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