Saturday, February 28, 2026

My Imagination

Do the details matter, he looked at me

sideways and sinewy like the seaweed floats on the surface.

Climbing into my soul like a germ into a cadaver,

he escaped me only to find himself on the forest floor,

looking up where the sun breaks through the trees.

Did he kneel for me?

Or was that just my imagination.

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