in the rain
the clumps of bedraggled hair followed
such license
her eyes fell upon
the moving rocks below
the sense of progress
denied by the masses
teeth keep distance
wires restrict movement
as it falls
the boat loosens its moorings
the light dances wild fire ice
the wall eats what the pigeons leave
the creatures cleave the carcass
claw at the sinews until bones are
carved
clasp at the cleavage
each finger bending
slow heat rising
from a decaying
regard
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