Beyond Underground Words in February


with your head against a pillar

you forget where you are

or at least the experience

is mitigated by space

with your head against the rail

you breathe in dust

and all kinds of dirt smelling

your fate the iron taste

of future blood mixed with metal

and in the present language

becomes circumvented

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