line between a lifted daylight
toward inevitable darkness
holds itself apart
breath, breath
I crane my neck first
story in my pores stiffens soft flesh
especially unshared transparency
screens divide our understanding
screens smooth under
standing
whole
tilled place to plant a stone
accrues while I delay the syllables
left toward you
when does substance meld with day
will symptoms come to life again
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