take a voyage
on the rolly polly
honkey nut sea
bougainvillea fills gutters
replaces rain
- a crimson fall
i want to hear if it can be done alone
sit
don’t stand
be aware of emergency exits
things someone said
i can’t
i am sorry
i am sorry
i can’t
things someone else said
you don’t think
i can do this
i don’t think
i can do this
you don’t think
so much empty
so much no meaning
so much not here
it’s about more into less
it’s about nothing i know
it’s about being here before
when clouds part
stars become visible
outside
i am fallen
stones grind my bones
twigs spear my side flesh
blood is silver in the wound
my open mouth fills with moonlight
i swallow
rain begins
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