Reuben Woolley

travelling

not here
i’ve faded
into shade        black-holing
under waters
i’m bleeding myself alive
again
grasping
for this new throat
will breathe me back
from here        i am not seen

& i’ll sing
the new figures
these flights of leather
faces / salt survivors
i shall remember
hands
lost

falling
from splinters
soon i say
a sun
in a new sky
& i shall sleep

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