A Bone in Stillness
The forgotten god folds in Asana
not in wrath
but in remembrance.
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Those veils of flight, wings,
drawn, inward
like breath withheld too long.
Mumified in remembrance.
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Each arch a syllable in procrastination,
from a prayer, never uttered.
Beneath the collar of silence
rests a cathedral of ribs,
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The mask ? Absent.
Or perhaps mirrored
too precisely to be seen.
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This isn’t a mask.
It’s a shroud
that transformed a shape.
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Somewhere between ash and waking,
a thought stalls, its spine pressurized,
Fossilized into symmetry.
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Not broken, Not stilled, in motion,
A diagram of the deepest longing,
drawn in reverse.
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It prostrates, this being made of echo,
not to worship,
before its own likeness,
but to remember
how it once glided through sorrow
like light through deepest veil.
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~ ©️▪️ Shafqat MH▪️©️ ~