no
soul no hole no exit wound
we’ll
discover each body
sometime
near Spring
wind
snow and leaves
remained
plain clothed
cover
gaming cyclical erode
we
chose the road traveled
in
carving sharp to recess
blessings
no mess
we
confess to lying down
with
the body count
yes,
those are
our
eyes in the glue
we
knew what being
blind
could do
as
can you
when
you close
your
portal gains
and
wish beneath
skin
to reign
to
give allowances
and
allocations
to
make invocations
and
evocations
from
the bleeding
frozen
and pooled
inside
why iron stays
to
rust, to show us
how
time bleeds too
only
a little more
slowly
than me
or
you
this
is why
I
don’t wear a watch
or
put a catch
on
any gate
why
I don’t stop
to
know
anyone’s
reasoning
I
question everything
anyway
even
if you were
to
bind me
with
your innate truth
intra-cellularly
woven
to
drive
the
clouds away
I
would not
believe
you
I
much prefer
to
bleed out
in
the dark
drying
my eyes
while
peeling skin
piling
the rusty bits
into
shapes
that
please me
EJR
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