Every life here, every life
Has been invented to spring
Open like a cut blossom
Knifing the air with hunger,
Which is what everyone is
And will tell stories about
Mostly for the teller’s sake,
Like scents perfuming the air,
Like the memory of air.
Imagine having to live
As the memory of life.
Is there any other way?
Friday, June 9, 2023
Hyacinth
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