here are the thresholds
impassable
those
years left on shore,
to dry.
and also the remains,
am here.
restless.
small voids
of breath, panting
,
hymns extreme
enchantment to say goodbye.
with flaps of skin
-my-
revives me from here,
to join the palms
bare
balances
this eternal
return.
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