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Seeing none,
I pour out the libations
in solemn silence
to appease the Fates, to empty
the bottles I need to fashion,
vessels of hope, of desperation,
a thousand ship salute
across a sea swollen with pride.
Or can it?
You once chose a knife to your wrist
as if you were carving your half out of my life,
the patterns of missing flesh like hieroglyphs
etched permanently in my heart.
as if my life depended on it
Fool’s Gold
so I stepped aside
and watched you come and go
like the tides of the ocean
we waited in silence,
the swing slowing
and settling outside my reach