my bed is bleeding black blood
champagne stagnant candy love
three more days
and three more trees
lay fell...spoken draft
columns of christmas less
plaster scene cheer
erase all withholdings 'till now
now will shed the light
down anyhow
and humbled when whispers
that i don't know why
and don't know the next
line until she stops by-
i don't know a passage
proven safe over time
to ensure the carriage
of these lines
the crippled lay beating their
canes into clay that
stares upward at a
concrete sky
-the man made skirt that
holds minerals down
is the blanket for all who
seek depth through
glory dirt
the ones who use silk to
bind fast their old shirts
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