Tonight, I take a moment to remember the events of four years ago. I may have posted this before. I don't really feel like checking.
*Written the day my brother called home after disappearing for three days.*
Where are you my brother
my brother my arm
even my arm
my right arm
I watch we melt
my parents worst nightmare
three days in a tomb
and on the fourth he rose
on the forth day he rose
on the fourth
three days
and on the fourth
it's true he rose
Clouds part
the sea breaks
your cork bobs into shore
I want to raise you
inspect you in sun light
test you to see what you are
plain treasure
to be stored in my heart
my hart even my heart
I must assemble you
piece by piece
solder you together
with hot tears
polish you with the grease
of my unwashed hair
until you shine a jeweled thing
set in humble dob
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