rummaging through the
curbs and turns of
this alley vaguely remembered
the light at the end
shattered by distant voices
that beg for reckoning,
fumbling, slipping into
the sweetness of laughters
and the hostility of tears
sabotaging what has
been created and all else
we have given existence to -
until we resurrect fragments
of ourselves, we yield, we stop.
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