when love is rubbed away
there is a cast of shadows
to greet you.
they inhabit the steam,
singing songs of longing
and insomnia.
what chains must break?
what piece of fate
occurs to make
the light shine?
pulling the moon
into the story
i've been digging holes
and uncovering things,
where the air is pregnant,
and you are born again.
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