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NO REWIND { a poem }

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NO REWIND { a poem }

written approx: 2018 // texas. hills. springs.

Kalisa Augustine
Apr 19, 2023
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Dancing on cracks.

Fern creeping pop-moss.

Plastic abs.

Cracks silt themselves down.

The lovers legs slide

down dirt pillars.

Earth moves to resist the

grain touch of intimacy

as she falls.

The bellows are silent.

Backs of roots turned towards

the outside dark,

waiting— for the full

fall.

Pausing, until the wide

hit.

Dead and alive —

there’s nowhere to pulse or

run or clam.

Embracing the damp end is

it’s own initiation.

As the anointed crown of

Realization

sets its noble presence on a

candescent mind;

the dark knight is not

bottomless.

But you can’t hit rewind.

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