Day 331: The End of Me

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little plunges,
perfect dips
like tea bags
and bobbers
and whiskey sips.

 

bring me back
and further in
to the end of me
where you begin

 

and in the sacred silence speak
the bonds we’ve loosed
and the hopes we’ll keep.

for this, our truth,
the world averts
and severs and issues,
and marries its hurts.

 

i miss you,
o my soul
from all these practice runs at life.

 

i hold you,
ageless old,
my peace and promise ‘midst the strife.

 

bring me back
and further in
to the end of me
where you begin.

 

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