Eyeless in the morning sun you were
a modern girl.
pale and mild,
making tea in your underwear.
Taken with thought still proned to care
You went out in the yard to find
something to eat and clear your mind
and something bad inside me went away.
Quaking leaves and broken light , the coming night ,
shifting skin,
A kiss on your molten eyes,
the bearers of all good things arrive.
Climb inside us twist and cry.
myriad lives like blades of grass,
yet to be realized.
Bow as they pass.
They are cold
waiting in the ether to formkill, propagate, only to die. They are coldDissolve. magically, absurdly, they'll end,
waiting in the ether to formkill, propagate, only to die.
leave. dissipate, coldly and strangely return.
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