• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 07

Unwrought

Caught
between stars and earth,
skimming boy and man,
you sail,
unfinished
in a memory,
a chalk face
washed away by the rain.

Doused,
while still
a kindling murmur,
your spark is now
buried in ash
and your words
have thinned to smoke.

Seeds of thought
yet to shoot,
your frail roots
broke
before the blush of blossom,
while the nubs of wings
banked your spine.

And so I will complete you:
adorn you
with golden wishes,
polish your fragments

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Unwrought

and place you
in the whitest glint
so that I can find you
by your shine.

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