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originally written late 2024.

old man keep getting old, older and older.

he's sorry for the brother he never tried to be; the son he had to be. the kid he didn't have the chance to be.

that sleep rousing din of memory when dust tastes best. like oil slick made muddy dirt.

black powdering into blue at nightfall.
oak bark crackling
on fire.

hello, splendid halogen, eager and aching,
penning his name into dubious footnotes. making non-regrets before it's all over.

taken into echoing tunnel in an old snow-globe.
taking everything.

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