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1d
Seeds scattered
gather the courage
to germinate, emerge
as fertile, verdant trees
of evergreen and birch,
breeze's tease and flirt
enough to render
Earth fractured–
shattered.

Underneath the dirt
remorse's corpse interred,
lurking thoughts linger,
yet something within me
still stirs and burns;
searching the surface
for touch, tender.

Heart murmurs
but not as
a murmuration of starlings depart,
more like crows murdered;
buzzards, vultures circling birds
conjured–
the curse unburied torture,
no dying word in final dirge
and yet it yearns
for yesterday's return.

Memories mind blurs,
my senses
fervently usurped
but time can never
be reversed,
this cistern's nature
gushing to a turbulent river–
water's surging,
turgid current, pure;
about to die of thirst,
this dam soon fills to burst,
my love i spill and purge
as i remember her.

I was a version
of an imperfect person,
a scourge
of that I stand assured,
but this pain is
terminal,
permanent,
the only cure
her laugher
or feeling
fragile fingers,
shelter–
you certainly weren't the first
heartbreak I've had
but **** it hurts the worst.
Not sure if I'll even keep this one, not sure how cohesive it is since the imagery (and structure) jumps around a bit (and due to the length) but here it is for now anyway 🤷‍♂️ and just a sidenote– murmuration refers to the way a flock of starlings flies around, look up pictures/videos if youve never seen it, it's really something. Also partly inspired by this song: https://youtu.be/8iQJz-AGjOg?si=RAVW6Oms51lrZT3a
Andrew Crawford
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Andrew Crawford  31/M/Ohio
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