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[雪泥]

Pockets

There are moments when sorrow
surrounds me; its ever-tightening grip
choking out the faintest sense of hope,
and it is sorrow that settles within
the corners of both day and night,
briefly resurrecting tender delights.
I pull out pocketed memories,
shuffling through images magnified by pain,
seeking the focal point of my grief.
Then I lean into it;
spiraling acolyte to the flame.