passionate days on this earth.
I lived my life among the cursed
because I am one of them, because
there are no others.
I picked up rocks and saw
my residence in them.
I watched the noisy places
burn down to ash
on every mangled shore.
A blade that floats in foam
inscribed with cells
in multiplying fractions
climbing volcanic rope
when the river's gone
and a sky of lumpen angels beckons.
Gates guarded by elastic veils
furrows parted by the king of mystic rails
syrup dripping down through summer.
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