Reconciliation, Acts of

Trying to reconcile
the past with
the present, my
losses and my
place, the
sourness and the
palmpress, the
small small gains
grains of something
once whole but
crumbled - oh I have
stumbled my way here
from there, all the
chainlinks lodged
together unstuck that
made a life out
of luck - I have
landed and gained
the sand but
have neither food
nor water to
enable me to stand.

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