curses

We move

And I know that I’ve lost something.

Ghosts of sensation play across the fingers and palm
That cradled it
Carelessly.

Recollection of its scent rides bareback
On the periphery of my senses.

I’m turned around,
In this twisted tunnel
Hunting the light at its end.

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