Between this
and that
this fullness and
this void
there is this
bridge
that my feet
like to remember
was i there
once?
memories fail
like broken pens
i have a finger
it points there and there
i want to remember
but i can't
this sense of belonging
thru a longing
there, it is there
fog on top
of a mountain
feathers
inside my brain....
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