we are sequential

we are molded in the dark

we are star/dust perpetually returning to/ward the chaos

we all navigate in search of home/s

we all carry our coffin/s with us

we all meet death with our light vessel/s in tow

some of us are capsized ships on foreign shores

some of us make dwellings among the ruins

some of us are captain/s and the water is a womb

some of us are captive/s, held by the place that time forgot

some of us remember so that memory will not be persuaded by time and power to forget

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Tania L. Balan-Gaubert, Notes from the Tenth