i drape myself in you
now that these are exposed
i hope flowers will grow here
that roots will go deep
i leave these to you
all that's written
all that's left unsaid
that your breath might fill
these cavernous places
that a river might flow through it
everything else is left for another time
hold and seal the living things
take the detritus
and continue
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