When words lifted from urgent lips have drifted away as smoke does with the wind?
Maybe our ancestors bury them, maybe they place each one upon a golden shrine.
Or maybe I should just carry them, maybe drink each one with a glass of wine.
What happens when my prayers become shadows? When my words have left me and won’t come back again?
Alexis Attempts to Write 
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