When I look at you,
I see an inscription
Etched in your motions like stone.
You’re elsewhere embodied,
Suffering through me,
Like I’m what atones.
You were in action
Claiming your freedom,
Entrusted and shielded
By those that you’ve loved.
Now they are gone,
But you’re still feeling their touch,
All by yourself.
Embodied, beholden,
You’ve fallen behind
Wearing grief like a gown.
But, the body survives
Trying to feel its way home.
You have a right to be well,
A reason to live.
You can’t always comply
To the way you’re inscribed.
Elsewhere embodied,
All by yourself.
You’re on the road
That blackens the sun.
Where tyrants have paved
Where we can go
Over where we come from.
Where the crows find their fill
Flattened yet ripe.
And earth’s set aside
To keep giving more life.
The ways that we wandered before
Now compressed into tar.
The straight and the narrow
Trying to define who we are.
You’re on the road,
Elsewhere embodied,
All by yourself.
When you speak you unravel
Like a tight spool of thread.
I feel what you mean
Beyond what is said.
It’s etched in your motions like stone.
You’re elsewhere embodied,
Suffering through me
Like I’m what atones.
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