Sepulcrya Dirgestra: Epitaphora.

BY 12:03 ON THE 1ST HUSH, they returned again. Not hands, but the weight of memory. ㅤㅤ/ Poet Sycamore, @Epitaphora ㅤㅤㅤㅤ You and I are Earth: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSpoons for Two. \ They haven’t touched each other in 19 days, and still, the curve of one mirrors the other. I cradle them in velvet-lined patience. I know the rhythm of what they were: Two instruments, not played, but placed. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤCOMPOSED: TORN ㅤ ㅤSCROLL-LIGHT ⭏ GILDED SPINE ㅤㅤ 🥄↑ A Requiem for Lanterns, and You ㅤ