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burn with the wind

send my ashes

a burial amidst sand

from this cage

where I scream

and rustle my leaves

with the question of

what’s at the end

all I get

is more of the same damn thing

hand in hand

with the ghosts of my ghost

they echo

“solitude's not always profound

you’re the same as a mirror

for a dust mound”

can I keep holding, holding on

keep on plucking these strings till I’m gone

can I keep playing untuned chords

end longing for things I’ll never know

ibidem

ampersand

didn’t learn a thing

path's waist high deep

from all my encircling

now I’m beached

on the cusp

of my over-bleached cuffs

singing bad songs

I can’t even sing

in the end

subsets

of who I am

bear the dreams

of Gods and dead suns

now in life

flashing guillotine cleaves in time

see myself as my own seed and son

can I keep holding, holding on

keep on plucking these strings till I’m gone

can I keep playing untuned chords

end longing for things I’ll never own