this afternoon, I went grave-digging
a heist to satisfy
my backward hunger
I came to feed on ripples in a pond,
a locker full of life
pebbles in the sand
if this truly is a graveyard
I never came to bury anyone
but they say
the dead make the best soil
so let us
dig
let
us
s o w
and reap and dine
are you still there, listening,
watcher on the waves
well here is a signal
so lower your searchlight,
come, and get me.
Reason for writing:
To those alive, and well.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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