Between the stretch and the brick
between the bud and the flower
Death exudes
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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