i long for the lost confidence in confidences
between friends who felt closer than kin
for the playful confessional openness
self-assured unselfishness and unselfconsciousness
as a single organism never in conformity
never in uncertainty formed the question of belonging
along with no need to belong
for one wounded was still many hands strong
man o’ war
but we made for a poor siphonophore
age and wave-lashed dismembered
pulled thrashing parting on diverging currents
until the loneliness of time’s hollow din
remembers us aglow again
if only in spirit
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