Day 532: Two

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i went back
and up memory’s
familiar winding stairs

to retrieve
the heart
i had left
there.

 

and it sat
like lead
in my palm.

 

lost was the water
moving neath crystal,
like waves winking
under the glass of
frozen
ponds.

 

lost was the silver
like stars.

 

i protest
and i argue

where is there justice in this?

 

that dull should be
such a precious beauty –

so to the One
i must bring it.

 

and will that
lover
mend?

 

restore.

restore me.

 

two
is too
lonely

a number.

∴

 

 

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