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Over and Over


again, thin dust covered glass

repeating mechanical vibrations

on the thigh

and churning ink stained felled monoliths

this skin will never heal

what’s underneath withers

we align in many ways

the proverbial organ

torn in two

I know not what to do

broken urges are stems

solid do they rend

or how sacks of air

remain unaccustomed

for years on end

in each minute waits

a meaningless eternity

the turtle’s hair is beautiful

this fortress, inescapable

feeds desire, those tracks

will consume me

one of these nights

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