Myth

The past exists as a myth,

a strategic death laying hidden

behind a fading sun,

a dying star.

.

A fertile ground

facing forward, but

.

no memory

of rays nourishing

.

flowers not in bloom,

plants not in season.

.

--

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She is still here, she grows,

She sanctifies my dedication

to the new construct,

to the new itineration.

.

she knows she is why

I will always be in love.

.

She continues living an old story,

still breathing like new wind

on her young lips, lungs.

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She is the reason

our sun once rose,

.

those days once burned,

why we survived the evening

and the descent.

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She breathes evergreen,

eternal in my eyes.

The glowing of fading orbs,

.

suns, setting fire to cascading

mountains drenched in dying light.

the twilight of the love

.

once burning,

in the story of my worn body.

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The past, fertilizes

the stories we live,

the steps we take,

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the past bleeds while it passes.

Silence, whispering

breathing, beating,

.

the final muscled rhythm

of a weakening heart

of a wounded animal.

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The past, lost in the mist

clouding the forest

of our lives,

.

moving us

beyond the earth,

.

shaping our worlds,

coloring our perceptions,

.

of memory,

of projection.

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All dead things stay with us.

.

While the thing itself

is gone,

.

the becoming

is not. She is here.

.

I feel it in her kiss,

in the reach

of plants, busy growing

.

their tendrils from the garden

of her love.

.

--

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We grow, like vegetation,

new growth,

into what we become

.

for tomorrow.

.

--

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But you. Are not a myth.

You are baked into my bones.

The blood and marrow,

the crushing weight,

.

the pain and coming emancipation,

after the height of the fall.

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The breaking and crushing,

the mending of broken skin,

the churning suffering

of a fated life,

.

birthed new.

.

The cycles of suns which birth us

daily, the death

.

of that single star

enflaming the hillsides

we eternally ascend

and descend.

.

While you were the morning

of our beginning,

.

you will always be the mourning,

and the night.