old friend,
perhaps our minds
from long knowing
have the same grooves
i'm sure it happens
even as the year curls in on itself,
a leaf of sage
burning
blackening into curled
vapors and wisps
into substantless clarity
even just so, the nooks of my
mind curl into transparency,
as do yours
ashes ashes we all fall down
ashes ashes we all fall down
near solstice,
they light nightbombs
to remember the sun which is already
fading in the start of the wane of the year
ashes ashes we all fall down
ashes ashes we all fall down
why do they light the nightbombs
i don't need reminders
of how we fought and slaught
ered to clear this space and claim it
it's never been ours, and stealing
from other thieves doesn't
make it home
ashes ashes we all fall down
ashes ashes we all fall down
just as the curled cats of our luminous
clarifying brain grooves
saging into wisps and air
as the year does
seems to leave us empty -
doesn't make it home
just because
we say it does
doesn't make it home
ashes ashes we all fall down
ashes ashes we all fall down
ashes ashes we all fall down
(melody snippet)
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