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Forsaken
Je’free
There is a lower sound than silence,
like the absence that has grown taller
in the hallway;
as the old verbal daggers
that used to permeate through the walls
cautiously tiptoe barefoot in staccato steps
to exit the labyrinth of my brain
Then, like a scroll unfurled in heaven,
a prophesied loneliness
causes 50,000 teardrops to flow
with that stubborn lament
of the river to the sea
The earth-sky-bird patterns
that idly interlace,
the cascade of leaves earthwards,
the interweaving shadows
of trees against my face—
All leads me into the depths
of an empty universe
with nothing but crucified stars;
and still, no sign of you