the physical
tunnels deep
holes burrowing
bandits
cutting backwards
cutting
cutting doberman ears
to hear the Sun.
stunning liberty
standing sane
with room to breath
bares little subsidies
for the damages filled
filling soundless
filling subways temperature
filling ungraceful substitute
before the body can feel.
your colors steel my sound
untouched
highway nails painted bite marks
track forward
trapping lungs in astroids
leaving
osiris to kill the moon for silver
and thursday mornings spent with ills.
and the mind can betray
the mind will always betray
the savior that hides
a sutures tangle
like blueberries picked in secret
or the light at the end of alabaster.
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