mother once blue

i have fallen
on red dirt -

did i come from here?
is this my origin or is it my fantasy?

i see a face carved out of sand
it can not speak

are you my mother?
is this my mirage of mourning?

truth is silenced by an aftermath
and lies are silenced in the aftermath
and dirt is dust and sand is red

i cry here but ears do not exist
and there are not eyes to see me

loneliness does not exist
except in tears that remain
fading into the red

where (I) i does not exist

neither my mother once blue


bkmackenzie
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