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Piecemeal Existence


each tendon

in detached heaps

flesh on burning pavement

 

you are not insane

pulling on your own intestines

another skull caved in

 

burnt out cars and broken glass

a bellicose shard in bowels

humans selling emotions

 

liquidate the language you create

leaf through the solid waste

writhing in oceans

 

beginning and end

both melded gates

your fetus saw your corpse

 

the waves they flattened into strings

and continued on their course

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