Adam-Crostic

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bridging poems

 

Adam walks through trail of first breath,

In shadows where afterimage bends like glass,

the silence inhales across forgotten suns,

garden's ribs hallowed inward‑pressing twinge,

post‑light threads into afternoons of erasure,

trauma lingers, a cadence nesting between exhales.

 
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