An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #13

The calculated inscriptions of an orchid’s
last day’s bloom;

Sentimental necrotic
gaseous form for me
to fill the earthen hold.

And inseparable fears
thanks to
our geo-
centric
locator
disk.

I mind
with my
mind
what becomes
of everything I
ever knew as golden.

A crocodile’s tears
wetting sand & (ampersand)

Solo tribute to the ones we call
each other.

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The calculated inscriptions of an orchid’s
last day’s bloom;

Sentimental necrotic
gaseous form for me
to fill the earthen hold.

And inseparable fears
thanks to
our geo-
centric
locator
disk.

I mind
with my
mind
what becomes
of everything I
ever knew as golden.

A crocodile’s tears
wetting sand & (ampersand)

Solo tribute to the ones we call
each other.

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