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MetriculateHe was my seed, the son I bore once, long ago. My memories were all fugged, unclear, incomplete. Some time would be nice, to piece the puzzle back together, but time was not a luxury I had. Not here.
In the moment between the wall caving in and the eviscerating heat finally ending this life, I saw echoes of him lingering. Of course I knew he was long dead, but still he lingered like a sun spot on my vision as the explosion claimed me for another cycle.
* * *
Stepping into my cabin, I took a deep breath, air stale and heavy with particulates, in dire need of scrubbing and recycling. Six long solar years had passed since my last resurrection, and this place stayed the same, or almost. Subtle shifting from the asteroid's gravity had moved the odd item. Without asking, my mind recorded the exact places of each movement. Thank fuck the show
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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