when It called

when It called

i ran fast like bones

on fire

clicking and clacking and smackinglips.

without skin, the invisible enemy disappeared.

towards or away?

i'm always saying

something died in the midst.

more ashes, more birthing.

it was messy, unspecific

was there a knife, i don't know

something paled in comparison

something gave light like bullet holes

once, there was a baby with a mind all its own

which cried and cried and cried and cried

lonely. everyone examines with their impeccable taste.

nobody ate or dined or danced together.

this was the season of hoarding,

rivers shot backwards and fish

slept somehow, crops browned.

we forget. the permeable and impermanent

exist side by side, soul to soul, pools of water,

pools of mud. will there ever be

milk, bread, future, birds, ice,

catastrophe? this echoes down

up out ice milk future bread catastrophic birds

say: detail, divine, infinitesimal.

go ahead. see it, nudge it, light as a fingertip, an eyelash.

explode into the nothingness,

as usual. with no edges,

the infinite

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