Linger

Linger in the after-thought
a prick after the pain
find gold in glimpse of velvet tears
slipping in the guise of rain
pause in breath to breathe in
fragrance fading fast
embrace the night
to wish on stars
who clearly have not fallen yet
watch memory long since forgot
‘cross an ocean of
favors, scents, and fictions
casting lots for your
attention
like constellation
chasing after constellation
or how the skin of moon
knows the sun
this
this is where I live
and if this be where I must die
my cup shall fill
with an abundance
few ever know the pleasure
of or ever
realize.

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