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Defragmentation


Scattered fragments now magnetized
Surface in interior rooms.
Clumsily they coalesce,
These orphans that Spirit exhumed.
 
I would have preferred they remain dead,
These vagabonds of perplexity.
They wreak only havoc inside of me
Both emotionally and mentally.
 
They simply don’t fit any of my frames,
Neither in belief or memory.
And yet I know that I must integrate them
If I wish ascendancy.
 
What is it then that you provide,
Oh outliers of the deep?
Since Spirit has resurrected you,
There is a purpose for you indeed.
 
Come let me examine you
And reveal the mystery to behold.
I know you have a story to tell
That hasn’t yet been told.
 
So let us uncover your wisdom,
Even if it hurts to look.
And perhaps if we uncover enough,
We can restore what ego took.

by April Bender

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