The First Step Ahead

It’s been a while. My voice grown quiet
My finger light and my thoughts muted.
The growling scratch of disuse aches
The lump pinned down without safety.

Foreign lands travelled
Interior worlds absorbed
Lost parts found
Forgotten places reclaimed

Can you find me? Did you look?
Magnetic field of self surround me
Can you find me? Did you look?
Chords don’t come with beauty

Slipping through intentional cracks
Refusing to be held
Mercurial droppings from silver birds of prey
Lucky days ahead

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