(  )

what will be buried under the rootless
stagger of stars? Not you or I. That
sticky dust was just a one time home.
I still live there but you are gone,
except for the night shadow memories
gnawing at my dreams, delivered
of y( )our pain.

exhale and resurrect – A piece of music

Picture by Dean Pasch

Poem by Petra Whiteley

Music by Amandus Schaap

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