A Frame. A Light.
Kardashev
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Breath held by the door on
Damp-dust window sills
Be awake
No, I Can’t
I Can
The silence tells the truth
Why did I wait?
Be awake!
No I can’t
I can
Grey from cinder
Kiln-words in the fire
Alone
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Across from me
An empty frame
But light against the wall
Your light against the wall
Come home to me!
Come home to me!
Your light against the wall
Your light against the wall
Oh so long ago
Oh so long ago