taking trips around
my gene pool
finding more things hidden
in each ripple
I listen as my pen stutters
while I lean on things I don't understand
wrist ache scratching out names
and memories
so I just leave them in the sun
to burn
letting the light bleach scarlet off-pink
can't leap
I'm already three feet off the ground
can't wipe away
the face of the rushing river
I'm overwhelmed looking at it's consistency
silence
a ravenous place
where thoughts leave my mind
and soak my fingers
only to return me again
to itself
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