this will kill me

i await others to awaken
poeming my heartbreaking thoughts
a son returns from the edge
my heart is returned to me by the moments
i have suppressed me before
i grew fatter and older in my own eyes
spark was still there
dimming
twinkling out
a radical truth
silence
one
me
i

3-09-24

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