Cellular
it made the distance
between us and them, those people we are going to be
seem so short
a pile of Phoenix
the people we’ve been
Along Shu road, there is an inlet of a certain stream
by whose waters I have spent my forevers, generations on Fire
Says the Body to the mind
there is recognition to the ringlets of trees, a datum of forethought
when you read this, remember me, us, or all of us
a recognition for the alabaster sediment infused with crushed flaming-burning-smoldering bird heart
a flutter to Jove, a shudder of earthly molting, a fear relaxed to a darker much more darker unknowable
Emotion, will I always be this, have I always been this, who were we, who will we be?
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