collected for the beloved,
we, the uninvited
fumble with our petty woes
grievances the colours of dun and beige
we are neutered so deep into nothing
that our imaginations collapse—unbuilt bridges,
unsung lines that might travel back
in time to You, Joshua, the beloved,
the only righteous one
among us, your disheveled, shore-torn islands.
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