Meteorite shoots through

the core of loneliness,

zaps through the sky to make its impact

on the ground.

Its path swept up fragments

of broken memories,

waiting, ready, to be discarded;

Somehow

found their way back into the crack of

of a lifeline.

When Fall leaves fall, do branches feel

naked, exposed

a split second

like the rarity of a meteorite in Thailand?

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