i woke cold the wind howling through cracks
no r and no cats
cats woke early skittish the wind howled outside
the wild domestic felt
didn't leave the house for two days
suspended up here
in a cave flickering light
easy to imagine being out of time
being stuck in time is only thinking
of the ice sculpting wind imagination of lost
we're the memory of what we lost
nature all moving in parts
we had to get lost
everything we carried deposited til we carry nothing
carried by wind
sound spooling your echo
string now hearing
almost the same after we go
the wind of hearing
in cups carried up
some mountain of loss will
carry the will of your bones
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