Absentia: Two.

Maybe being forgotten
being buried away
in the interstices of time
has its own crooked beauty
awaiting a moment of poignant nostalgia
of discovery when it eventually comes
a face erupting with a smile of recognition.
I’d like to be buried away
in the pages of space and time
and then be revived
years later. Dead in India,
Reborn in Bolivia, Papua New Guinea,
Jamaica.

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