Make way for me
clear a path leaving town
the time has come.
The other side breaths like I
beyond I breath like it
leaning into the harness
practice for death
eat the vines that
fasten us
feed the bugs that
hasten us
make a path for me
you will hear my call
hold this version of me
before you speak
empty vessel,
oh hemorrhage
lattice frame
of my spectacle
sober as sand
nourished as a broken beast
leaning upon a post.
I loosed love
and drunk these days dreary
and
bent the boar
back to see it its own ass
and strode upon the
mussels black
but now am warts
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