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This poured forth in this purification with the afterbirth of

Our dark lies.

 We created them.

We cradled and anointed each with denial.

Now I stand over a great expanse of weathered

Earth and bleached bone, facing away from the past while feeling your

eyes on my bare neck.

My heart cries for an embrace which will never come.

The images of memories  branded in my mind.

The recollection of soundscapes always emerging

in my dreams with your laughter or roars of wild prowess masking the reality

that not even the strong survive.

The flashing of your dark eyes meeting mine.

I am bound to your soul

in so many lives and I fear the next

is already upon us.

Until we forget we can never be free.