Erupted

These layers
of old wounds
pile up
and in a weak moment
erupt
in friendliness

Collapsing
A series of fires
A nod to the angels
A truckful of illusions
In silence we go on, changed

Untold stories
ripple out across the water
upsetting the bobbing flotsam
in a left-handed kind of
Silence

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