Saturday 6/03/2017 12:44:00 AM

say when. time is listening.

wager your bones. leverage your skin. the body is currency.

the hours wrinkle and fold. a chaos of moments creates us. from the tender meat of circumstance.

the mind is raw. all loose dirt and quivering holes. the ceremony of skin articulates. the tremendous wealth and poverty that is living.

we run. like colors in the rain. hungrily bleeding into eachother. skeletons leveraging their marrow.

on open doors. and empty stairs. and all the broken bridges between yesterday and tomorrow.

the words wonder. the silence sickens. the sharper corners make their cuts.

and we are taken by the flow of blood.

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