you pull your absence out
of my flesh like it is some
vein to be wrung or some
blood to be drawn, gazes
averted by the conundrum
of things we cannot undo,
still we walk upon beaten
paths and call to our hope
and faith to bind souls
and longing into a fortress
that never will deny the
measure and meaning of
this journey, a desire that
unravels and ascends.
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