when i dis-own you -
dear claim to body, belonging
to ideas, history, a story,
like all things, the past
transforms, morphs
with the present
and a future:
the only thing we haven't conquered yet,
sheds light on all the corners,
angles, cycles, and borders
we hadn't been allowed to/allowed
ourselves to cross -
it is to re-member
you more perfect,
more genuine,
more beautiful
than i was able to
attached to the material
things of this world.
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