muse on the footprints
first     i wake     her
limbs (white birds?) my long
late parents     slipping in the
fire forgot what ghoststeps
dropped like the piano
soundwaves were noticed (note) fading
her body soliloquy
caught firemeteors
in his hands

forward steps mnemosyne
waves until
shore shale seawater
everything (now too late no longer later) present
lives     separate

Alex Singerman

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