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of stars
I have forgotten
– hands
that fit the same
a compass once beholding
set in clay
was given up to rust
and stripped of destiny –
rivers swim
beyond our shores
oceans none can see
there are no maps
of circumstance
heaven help me now
I cannot hear
the night birds
lest they call
fading into forests
becoming one I knew –
a path
between forevers –
a night beyond
the blue

. . . ❤