make amends with you
an endless sky and sun so close
melting muscle into bone
stripping clothes from your back
surrendering to your natural self
you’ve taken to this task before
making amends with yourself
peeling one layer after another
sweeping dead skin into tin can
do not confuse the sun with fire
the latter of which burns man-made
objects to the ground
the other capable of recreating
your own ashes into something new
july two thousand nineteen
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deep, my friend!
Thank you, Lara/Trace.