McCannot (prodigalsun) wrote,
McCannot
prodigalsun

committed to memory without bail.

you never were immune
to your own venom but
the last cysts of hope
rose to the surface & burst.
you, my leavened manna,
are just
a tender clay thumbnail
of grave
on the hillside.
soon it heals.
the rain rains.
lightning cracks
its predictable whip
& i move on.
i tried to tell you once
that not all who wander are lost
or ever found.
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