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The echoes of your becoming
Became a river in my ears —
An undying soul
Devouring the breath from my lungs.
And the whispers are no longer
Silent waves that kiss goodbye.
They have become thunder
In the midst of scorching heat —
Worshipping your skin,
A breath losing itself
Where black turns deeper than itself
Until it finally evolves.
In pages, in paces I can no longer recall,
I hear hymns —
Purging every note
My soul once longed for.
They find no home now,
In any corner,
In any street I used to paint —
Streets I never dared to call “gold.”
The debris… the degree
Of every anthem,
Every piece, every line —
Unfamiliar rhythms begin to unfold.
And the lullaby within my own mind’s palace
Has turned into nightmares.
Back then, it was never dark..
The light lingered.
And the swords of my own echoes
Were the armor I carried.
But here I am —
Laying those pieces to rest,
And I…
I am no longer
That kind of becoming.