fate
intergenerational love and pain
mother
i am piece of you,
cloth trying to dye itself another color
caged bird trying to break free
black swan or white
never knowing which i am
we circle each other
like sun and moon
eclipses our understanding
while the rest of the time we are
Jormungandr constricting each other’s Earth
battling our demons as we wear
each other’s face
the sea has died and risen again in us
echoes upset at the voice for sounding the same
but always calling back anyways
pendulums in the valley between us
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