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Roots can reach out over generations to claim a soul back

Layer upon layer
Sheet below sheet
Once upon a time
History repeats
Me upon you
Old below new

You are no more
Neither is your home
But I am here
Looking for you on my own

I am searching for traces of you
In the cracks of the plaster, peeling
In the carvings, beneath the dust settled over ages
In the courtyard, sunken below layers of street
In between buildings, new upon old
In the light filtered through
In remembrance of a memory I never knew

You aren’t here anymore
But I am
With glimpses of you in me
I am here
In search of my namesake

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This entry was published on July 3, 2007 at 23:10 and is filed under From Bad to Verse. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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