the fall (07/08/2018)

gravity wells 
bending light into silvery pines forty feet below 
grainy seas of tug o wars
simulations of bodies sent
to splinter off one another 

it's not always easy 
to give me your love.

skins shared and sloughed off 
staccato cracking and cackling
Pots boiling and churning
pigs roasted, stripped for crackling 
yet the fall was so cold

so still

rememberance in reverberance:
deafening winds
apt caskets for lions' roars 
as I'm raked back and down 
into the minutia that remembers
being the dust at the core of dead stars 
one universe ago

I seriously considered it

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Langier (07/20/2018) ►


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