waiting
still in isolation
freed will inside, this
being cast aside as time
so slowly flies … IAM
alone of this planet.
Alone watching the
slow desolating
isles of humanity
wander a labyrinth
of the doomed … IAM
of thousands of shorelines
and these edges grow as I stand
as those ‘disappeared' are placed
in pine boxes and placed in common
graves … never to be remembered …
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