a work in progression





i kept the string from your letter tied loose round my heart/i stood trembling under shadow of fingers tips. giant hands in repose, splayed fat fingers in staid stasis and deep splendid slumber with nails buried below my feet, clutching at mother earths entrails for blood for warmth for comfort for the fucking sake of clutching clawing reaching back into the one the only the beginning The alpha The omega the no other/my ears throbbed. i felt the earth heave and knew it was not the wild free roaming untamed beat of my own heart that shook and shivered in the midst of your low setting sun but the ground i stood on that could not keep composure, could not stave off the cold death stare of truth/the unblinking eye that strips bare to bone without relent sucks marrow and dries the most virile the smartest the most cunning the shapeliest the best worst of us/none were spared as a great wrenching rending a fit of gnashing teeth and bleeding gums swollen tongues and sandpapered palettes screamed in ecstasy pain throes of little death big hate revenge bemused detatchment and spite at the cruelest of jokes/i held my stance died a thousand times over for reasons i did not could not would not and not need to know/i kept the string from my letter tied loose round your little pinkie/when you pointed to the sun i tugged your gaze gently to the moon when you stooped to taste the tides with your ageless fingers the rising star faded to naught and for that one moment point in time space the weight of these words and twitch at the corners of your cracked lips nestled peaceably not gently contentedly not willingly into the tiny space between

two

single

drops .

















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