harder to connect
harder to balance

try to remember those ideas
those tricks and shortcuts
but it breaks through
destroying the solace, the manufactured silence

maybe the weather
maybe the city
I have never felt this

is this the way forward

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black fog of words all spoken at once
drifts through the edges of the amber streets
louder than bombs
slow as snakes

I see you in slivers of light
leaning against the wall
a hundred hands all around
grasping the damp, smoky air
they keep me in my place

and when I see you smile
I remember some other place
some other time
and I forget when
and I forget where

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"Death belongs to life as birth does, even as walking contains the raising of the foot as much as the laying of it down"

-Rabindranath Tagore