And so the light falls
Like a cracker cracked in half. Even
Beneath the pen, the breathing hogs
Each moon of madness made. I
Have broken down the walls; acquiesced
Into the lottery of shambled figures.
Even I can’t taste the night.
Leaves rustle in my head.
Across my bed, nudity glitters.
Upon my shoulder, I say my thoughts
Uncensored by any dream and
Cross into oblivion. Why
Should emptiness ache like this?!
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