Separation is the quietest desire

Locked inside of my psyche,

Barred behind kind eyes

And pleasant conversation

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It’s an unspoken urge

In the daily crossfire

Of colorless greetings

Of well-worn smiles

–

It’s an insult to yearn

For turf to call my own,  

To sow my old bones

Beneath a slaver’s regrets

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Separation is the key

For what I’ve sought for so long  

Among the godlike tremors

Of the invincible past