from Orpheus in the Attic #19

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I unhook the stars from my neck

and let myself go. I descend. I ride with ghosts.

I roll and tumble into the unknown.

I parted company with the others in Tangiers.

I miss them so much.

I crossed the desert in the dark.

My throat was parched from sleeping in the sun.

Back then, I would trade all the light

of the world for water.

I wished to sing but it hurt too much.

I trudge through the dust and haze

of a dismembered continent.

I remember my brothers.

I think of my sisters.

I unhook the stars from my neck

and let myself go. I descend. I ride with ghosts.