Bootstrap 179

10/29/22

we split the world by invisible lines
that intersect our skin
the ground has open arms
where mom's ashes were for a moment
where kites have minds of their own
gentle spirits forced to war
fraying belts rubbed by the world
you poets of the blue streams
listen to the void

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