swallow clutters tired bellyache sore lacquer wallow mellow mud
floral language
will sunlight speechless throat hungry drips burning sin sensation
repression image faraway blues precision simplicity hard conquer
remote battles
trembling tremors
still weight
circular holiness
band of strangers following up a vein quivering
all their might by sadness fell and done with empty satchels
glass has split fractured by triangles and the lens of the eye now aimless and turbulent
swimming in chapped skins distant and in other words alone
twelve men around a beating mind shift their gloves from hand to hand
irritated by foul wit
and smoldered fingers
ravens or crows are all that live in black fits
pits where diamonds crack and long to be melted into fine pastes
baggage whither mine or yours ore yours split seams and definition
now all true flew from a leaf deathly pale and brittle
most things are spindly as elastic and unfocused as day
fearing ultimatums that can truly bring surrender
only wheels have anything to fear at all
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