Thought

We feed the orphans with poems
Never to be
Hungry again.
The fire nourished with letters
Never stops burning
Overnight
Our bodies wake up
Warm bricks
Restored to their path.

Each breath locked
Between the heart’s walls
Returns to its silver lung
Once the word released.

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