Take a flute
of empty spaces, that
fret an uneven note
to my inner being
sans breath
sans any part to call my own
What filial bonding
Attached me here;
Detachment came ready-made
in heavenly compliance
Dithering every word
prophesied in haste
Take a needle
threading my wishes, that
even if I might live
Away from you;
suture me unknown
on distant planet
As corpse to aliens feed
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