i’ve



i’ve

disappeared

into

the uneven

into

the possession

of

drifting



thru’

the sutures

of complacent

suffering

an ill housed

sun is poised

molten

hinged



on it’s

axis of

lament

a crippled

song that

knows no

duration or

length



i’ve

vanished

like the

person

underneath

a grave

digger’s

attention



gone

like those

composted

minutes i

never really

lived in

every face

decayed in



solemn

spires

are sentinel

wrists clutching

disturbed

heaven

firmament

swirls in

migraine



such

permanences

makes me

an atom in

a great

churning

so drowning

keeps on falling



pointlessness

some statues

are absurd and

prey on stillness

to die further

to achieve

undeniable

anchors and



hearses



those that

quicken

perish,

a blades

worth

encourages

complete

heart burst



truly those

that persist

in their thirsts

their driven

heartbeats

are cathedrals

of glass sugar

awaiting shatter


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