Tuedsay Night Post #41

Broken Ones,

Good night.

-DBL

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There’s a shoulder

An arm to go along

Existence trails on the realization that there is a hand

A thumb with sharp pain

This I remember

The real that is me turns

As I step on the edge of the steps that

Flow below

My thoughts are on the step I have not taken

Altered views show process is

Not a thought

Yes

when hands run on the surface of what I am

I remember also

This is not what it means

but begins as it starts

In the end

There is

a foot with a brother that is the left

Not forgotten but easily replaced

Prosthetics are

 but a replacement of

what we wanted to hold on to

Taken is a part

of the whole

that does not effect the new

At end of this new I hired a friend

She made a crate

66x24x12in h

there I put the me that that I seem to lose

the thing that always seems askew