2.20

I wonder when the longing stops-

when I retarget some other safety hatch?

siren into that distant green belt-

it feels I long for everything

nostalgic of memories that aren’t my own

of a past life

a possible life

another shell or layers of instance

I don’t even remember

what I’m chasing

because I’ve never

really known what I’ve lost

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