come
cycling to towers
toppling
into
tar
believe
your book
for what
it’s worth
almost nothing
at all
except numbers
knocking about
in head
head
a hole
for working
parts
fragment
rats
forage
back
of machine
that doesn’t work
or it can’t
make it
much further
less
so much
less than stone
looking through window
at woman weeping
at sight
of whatever
i am
to you
attempting construction
so carefully
feel world
collapsing
centimeter
by centimeter
see us
through song
of songs
we
are just
learning to sing
swallow secrets
when singing
wearing white shirt
over bloody body
explain
to damned
how
her hips
held you
one night
in small village
take
time
steal seconds
in your song
another dominion
shifting stones
palm to palm
take
depth
into depths
night still
walk
in water
sphère
speaks
when
they’re listening
to tune
precious silence
pick up traces
cry in dark
sleep
in
line
remember ravens
swallow
souls whole
architects
of abjection
birds beautiful birds
cruel
take blade
to stomach
rip right
across
bathe in blood
bathed in blood
watch
from within
wave i am
becoming
here
turning
towards
you
wake up
some
times
so beautiful
surface so thin
so very thin
expect ice
to save you
it never does
it never does
why don’t
you wait
for waves
without blood
dance
to satisfy
this perfect torso
contradictions
imperfect trap
for perfect minds
when they want
an endless circle
passing
through lives
insignificant
& precious
carve this
cadaver
with stones
come
carve
clean
wash
maul memory
when waving
stone
at sky
bring
it back
to skin
sleep
dead
sleep
dead’s
dream
no
night knows
all alert
to end
before it begins
who knows how
to break
rock
& rain
remember
memories of mud
tell her
tragedy of tides
if you can
in this
commotion
remember
manner of moon
towards torso
remember
watch you
walk
across room
who spent time
in chapel
who spent time
in dark
mere fractions
cold heart
drawn
testament
trick
carry longing
coherent
despair
instructs
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