Full Moon Eclipse

My signature hat under which I would hide.

Statues I carried from Bali that gave me no pride.

Paintings I did because I needed a “thing.”

Deer bones, Polar Bear fur, a Grey Horned Owl wing.

My kitty onesie I hugged myself in on cold nights.

Pipes with medicine resin, the smell brings old frights.

I feel each item, say thank you, toss it on the blaze.

For I cannot bring you forward into the coming days.

I found something real, no more need to grasp.

So I let these parts go, let the past be the past.

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