she stands up
among her broken people
counting time on fingers
bent with it
her plane was a bed
contrived of shadows
full of salt wound in sheeting
worn to shreds
like all ends of things
now orange energy lifts her
to other people's clanging yellow
urgencies sweeping her forward
away from the sister
who is always one step behind
among her broken people
counting time on fingers
bent with it
her plane was a bed
contrived of shadows
full of salt wound in sheeting
worn to shreds
like all ends of things
now orange energy lifts her
to other people's clanging yellow
urgencies sweeping her forward
away from the sister
who is always one step behind
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