Among the deep dark caves of my mind lie places where the light creeps through
Highlighting all the tiny pit holes made through centuries of being
Whose presence is part of me.
I feel the yearning of lost soul parts, the ache of yearning soul holes
I am not whole here, but a million parts
Each one wanting to be re-membered as what it was
Sometimes my atoms are looser than others
And then the darkness creeps out.
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