A drone
A suitcase
Not enough of us
Too many of us
A bird
A light
A candle
A moment
A breath
An iambic pentameter
Of waiting
Rocking
Holding
Reaching
Burn incense
Put oil on your feet
Forget what is hidden inside us
Invite someone over to smell the smoke and feel the flames of the fire;on their cheek
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