Somewhere,
beyond it all, I could hear
me walking through
a wall to reach
to touch to feel
it’s might
weakened to care
to let the soft wind
blow those strands of hair
fallen on a forehead bare
I stay stunned
frozen like
ice that needs a pixel tool
to make a carving
of a phoenix rising
not out of the ashes
but of bits and bytes
of dreams shattered and scattered
to be picked with touching care
to sew with it a patchwork quilt
to keep warm yes just to keep warm.
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