Can’t Burn It Away

By Palegun   

Left hand to hold steady
Right hand to hold the pen
From a misplaced season
Salt enough, begin

Passive be platonic
Fetching old bones
Laden with broth now
Appear in a bowl

Ne'er to consume I'd swore
The ways we were
Though tide and time presume
Only circles will occur

Seals make possible retrieval
Fumes pejoratives send
Set-backs, packages
Won’t perish until I forgive

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