#reassurane
walking circles lost mind's exhaustion
passing three unmarked town graves
slow yourself. Let panic break away
where do they have to go? To last
cities climb decades around all of us
days, years, moments, my left hand
flat to each wind flushed, rough stone
chiseled, made from unknown hands
to now, here, connected, but all lost
you, three, forever. me? momentarily
reminding me all things indeed pass
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC