Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Moss is growing on the arrowheads
that pierced when I fell through the earth
wires through the caves that grow with music
stabbing through the dark
cloaks of the bones that danced
flapping like flags
with some unknown insignias

ashes dropping on the shine of polished wood
the inner dome's alien letters
buzzing in cathedral stone

can't you see that I am stillborn
like a baby with no features
I can read the air because I do not breathe it
I can see the traffic is not coming back
because I never joined its attack on nothingness
oh sweet entropic lips
oh cool entropic limbs
feeding me the straw from nowhere
that is the last
dot of light from the blood past.

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