Not Back

in the form it once took....
not back, no...
but returned...
as though having been out on lend...
new colors, sabled strokes
... newer shades, hues...
finer mercies, of a scorched sort...
fully dressed... unclothed....graceful..and awkward in truth...(is retreat to the familiar an option... a thought that can be seen and heard...)
grinning like foccacia....
folded like a wren...
the heart of it a tumbled stone...

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