Catch the Glint

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i missed them
the words
their arrangements
the smoldering flow
of lava
gushing from my soul
down my fingertips
through the keys
melting onto the page

I had them,
once

they left me
a while back
on holiday,
perhaps
south for the winter
along with the
summer seagulls

i grieved for them
a waste of time
the words
don’t care about me
or you
or us

or themselves
i suppose
enlightened beings
that they are

they simply glide
through the clouds
soaring
steaming
smoking
surveying the land
peering through the mist