she wants to be a kite

these hemispheres have no name.
born of rotating formation.
each breath began again
in the stillness of reflection.

wind drapes my hair around me
colours return through sounds
love speaks in silver slivers

you and I now globes apart
in holographic union
once we sought poesy

epic notes final flakes
I am letting you go
landing

embracing
and gracing
my lone

sea
wolf
path

here

wishing
as words
are welling

my footprints start
in riddled dwelling
I will begin again

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