Evanescence

Dissolve

0415.2024

I’ve become something smooth

unraveling underwater—

a mourning fog,

a shadow folded

into another shadow.

I once held so much feeling

it spilled into the quiet,

lit the unmoving air,

and said, “I am.”

Now I watch the fog,

and agree with my life:

it is better to die

than go on kneeling

in shadows.

m.c.f.

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