Relearning my roots

Deep stillness,
and banners of the dawn.
Do not cast your claims,
and there will be no more gloom.
Became a moth hanging,
drawn from the sun.
Then in weariness settle.
Bring up your eyelids,
to rescue the whispers.
And everything
will become memory.
Floating as stone over the sea.

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