E’en Memoriam

Between the stretch and the brick
between the bud and the flower.

Between the spaces of the microns
that line your soul with selves.
In the space, there
between the letters of the words.

relay
relax
refuel

(refute)

Stop looking with those eyes.

Dance a solemn pin for the gone
stone wanderers.

Leave a poppy on the graves of the Soldier Saints
One for your memory and one for mine

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