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reverse drift
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bridging poems
Reverse Orpheus
The dial turns backward,
hours unspool into thinning threads—
memory dissolves,
yet the face still remains.
What is lost in the sweep of hands
is reverbed in the throat—
time and song entwined,
each reversal leaning into the other.
He looks, and it is himself erased—
her figure steady,
his voice withdrawn into silence,
still remains in her freedom.
Ashes of hours, drifts in song—
both dissolve, yet endure.
The cycle closes, and the dial turns
backward once more.
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