Soon I’ll return

To the arms of a haunted refuge

To the choked ports of a home

I sent sinking in the mist

Many mornings ago

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Clawed down to mere scraps

To morsel and bone by the scavenging months

Soon I’ll breathe in a maddening,

An ever-widening joy

~

Until I’m lost in its frenzy

Drunk, from the ebb and flow of the crowds

Rushed along, by once buried screams of rebirth

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Returned, to the form I surrendered

All those mornings ago

Veiled in ghostly white and rearranged by time