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Possessions

finally, to say what
we leave on this earth

fading yellow & frayed
dog-eared bits of collateral

for who is left to extrapolate
or ignore:

the scent of vermilion;
the grasp of an iron claw...

money, friends, family;
a love letter written by a lover to be cherished
for its scathing emotional text, a legacy
hidden away in attics, basements...

and what of emotions?  flags
   of new continents emerging
for others to be stifled & excreted
   by mechanisms of control-

soured fallacious homebodies, we
create the need desire virus then retreat
to comfort lair in desperation

to find new air, finally
when all that is left

is nowhere to be found

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