There is a weight to possession
the burden of anger
nights of brooding
bogging my feet
accretion of memories
families,
objects,
baying asses
whining sheep
cumulation
of accumulation
causing the earth to sink
to let it go
leave
uproot
and flit free
enthroned in my thousands
in rising suns
and roaming expanse
yet still I sense you
over the span
of space
of time
action to my reaction
twined in fearful symmetry
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