estranged to myself
like shadow on water
bubbles and blossoms devoured me
in the experience
i displaced myself to the motion
wrenched by a seizure of hands and
compliments of lasting friendships
this way and that i was tossed
for i see that habitual ways
are loathing and motivated
coming out of the thorns my skin
wet
marked for memory
sounding not to echo
their being destroyed
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