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schmetterling
they won't speak to me
can't hear the shudder anymore
of stanzas
recuperating from flesh plunged
sewing up of wounds with letters
written to the past
to the next
maybe the deepest magic
has returned to forests
sirens &selkies
or mustered its.whole.self
into faraway 4am
firelit sandy toes
whisky tunes
filling lungs with schmetterling
[chin up, darling
to the ever expanding wonder
of lights &dust]
but i am passing now
survivalist stagnancy
stone.carved.rut
in the base of my skull
while solid
clumsy words clack &roll down
into my chest
one by one by one
heavy
grey
&meaningless
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