With each passing second
become more and more withdrawn
drift to where your people grow wild
wherever that may be
stop talking
stop moving
just breathe.
And if we could eat up the sun, that would be fine
As connection and disconnection become juxtaposed
Whisper the name of lovers, fly the banner of others, let the wind do all the work
Forget with me
A sculpted echo that remembers nothing
we are ephemera.
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