as if I've gone nowhere
I demand my rose and my pearl
both were lost along the way
look over this cliff
do you see tomorrow receding
beneath yesterday's waves?
every wrinkle of hope
belongs to another part of me
I don't think we can save ourselves
it is too cold, too deep
the world, family, strangers
reside in far off places, rarely visited
by myths and fables
here the spiral moon talks
to a chorus of insects
I envy your silence, your faith.
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