in full search of the fallen
there is much left to say
but I find myself muted
somewhere in the woods
I didn’t ask to be here
rather I was called
a voice I thought I knew
eloquent & enticing
reminding me of my youth
or a prior life
having arrived at the region
I was meant to reach
I sit on a metal bench
and wait for the sky to change
the voice has left me
replaced by the stream
the spirit of the sky
descending upon the earth
in the form of parachuters
though not quite rested
I am back on my feet
rewiring the frequencies
in full search of the fallen
june two thousand twenty-three
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