3 january 2019
Thinking Off •••
I walk through the slush
of moral grief.
Here lies my mortal poem.
A prodigal menace.
You will not breathe in, the
golden grass, once more.
Lingering beside the past, the
savage today. I pick up
the silence of the tomb.
Lateral conjugation. You
come from the otherside to
breach the wall, bear the
pluralism-
and become none. The under-
belly, the yellow blood?
Will you hold my hand
to cross the meaning?
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