Kuriosities

Symposium 

i search the eyes of strangers, brother
for some sign of you, a heart
beating as wild and wrong as this one caged
beneath my ribs, the slow burn of a lingering
sadness, the hidden ebb and flow of missing blood.

i search the winter for you, brother, can you
feel my footfall on this frozen earth? is it a rhythm that
propels you forward, each day marked by
the icy edge of longing? the inky desolation of
tussled bedsheets a bleak map of despair each dawn?

i search these roads, brother, sleepless,
ragged, your song whispers in my veins

find me

             please 

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