world is swallowed
and emptied
In the sere east wind
memories dry, crack
and crumble
Beauty, soft and round
as a lost child
turns hard,
painful to look at
unseen
Within each other
we are ingested
good to bad
and bad to good
a phoenix
dying in its flames
birthed again
renewed in a name
and fire-gold feather
from forgotten
to forgetting
fertile within my scream
spilled out soft
on the crusted earth
a satiating stream
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