Lost Interment
Prate is to
poetry
as death is to
life
Dilletante
graveyards
lie marking
the site
Where words
never weighted
whose wings
couldn’t fly
Unmarked
without headstones
condemned here
— to die
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
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