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salvageless
October 16, 2011, 5:57 am
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this feeling, no ends and

no beginnings, just kneeling

alone in my bathroom, kitchen, mind

bent around cornering

my love where its least expecting

to fall drowning into the aching

whole of existence I can’t

find fit to leave behind.

words unwind and line

up side by side, ready and willing

to march across paper trails

leaving no trace; such grace

in the stomping, such strength

in the break- through haunted memory

forested by bones.

I went out a sheep to slay the wolves,

winter is coming and we have need

of cloaks

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