Transmigrant Sequence, by Terrence Sykes

I am not a silent poet

hunger awoke me
at the border
but I still remember
when the whole world
lay just outside of
that old wooden
screen door

..
depths of my soles
show soul’s remnants
of footprints
In foreign soils
hastily walked upon

..
mapping migratory patterns
of those suffering from
remittent soul syndrome
flight from the past
latitude & longitude
diary of memories
with each step
that was mistaken

..
silent hauntings
echo & adverb
chancing & changing
tense & reverbs
at a memory’s notice

..

what consequences arise
when sanctuary is
sequenced amongst
unleavened faith
along the uncertain
fragile shores
of crossing

..

star  revelations
beneath the vast broken sky
chaotic cosmos

..

eons ago
a mighty ancient sea
ravaged & raged
saline flats
eels flourished
amongst reeds
eons of erosion
today I stand here
when my body
is bound &
laid below
what future ocean
shall brine my bones

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