The supple curve of the mind
beseeches a distant thought
to venture out
into the open spaces
where I left you
like a shard
of a shattered clay pot,
admonished for an unknown sin
or some unspoken emotion forgotten,
slouching near a silent cradle,
lost in a dark cravasse
or a echoing tomb
waiting for prayers
and intercessions
to bring back
the living.
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