up there behind the curtains of the mind
spheric clots from enormous vessels
are falling down
blind,
trembling,
thrown away by the fingers of a town
silent and hushed,
out of range
of a noisy swarm of locusts
moving there to swallow the rust
of these strange
hopeless
bodies coming up to exist
but being afraid to move,
to attack
amid overwhelming horror... they can't prove
they're free from the dust collar on the neck...
dying in the thick mist
of sticky fears looking at the iris
of Osiris
unfastening the chest to see the heart
causing the pain,
pulling apart
to start
again.
to start again
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