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Exhume

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Literature Text

Pale sunlight
peeks through the cotton tongue
of a ghost,
words dripping
as random as raindrops
on dusty pavement.

A needle dances
on grooved vinyl
in voices long since faded
from memory,
recalled only in the hollow chamber
of a mind
devoid of dreams.

Swaying on sunset hills,
caught in the wind,
amber flesh
through phantom fabric,
no more real
than the collapsing shape
of a fantasy,
the figure
trapped within the marble.

Footsteps
erased by the rising tide,
we move
through shrinking space
without motion,
falling through emptiness,
stones on water,
skipping
without consideration
of sinking.
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RattledFawn's avatar
Oh, this is so lovely. The spacing of words
is just right to give this poem a smooth,
floating feeling. I adore this. :heart: