on finding a feather of a mourning dove
what am I to solve
before leaving this place
once incapable of refusing
an unwanted invitation
yet this is where I stand
if only temporarily
asking my own questions
to a mind that has seen
many great & terrible things
these possessions of mine
why do they grow
and why am I unable
to rid of them
yet perfectly adept at burying
hand-picked memories
having once fueled me
day by day
only to haunt me by night
but what of the physical
versus the mental
are they really that far apart
but rather intertwined
in such a way
I’ll never fully understand
the connection
—that is as long as I wander
upon rock & water
january two thousand twenty-four
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