Motiya
“You’ll remember this when I’m dead,”
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“You’ll remember this when I’m dead,”
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
Each of you, pick up a stone.
What is the cost of loyalty?
I made my home a sanctuary
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
I keep searching the dictionary for the perfect word for bravery
vast clusters
What did we lose tonight?
How a street turned silent
Oceans of light
This stinging, this jabbing
When the wailing of the night has hushed
A daughter is a quiet cave
the mountains will not hoist you
stillness is a pitch
Do you marvel at the bursting