Sad Labels:
catharsis
,
paradox
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
life emerges through a shallow cut in the skin of time.
bodies conflate into a puzzle unsolved.
the machine is awoken. coaxed by bone and blood.
the dead throw their matches. into vacant rooms.
the hounds chew on their leashes. as their prey discovers its fangs.
we fumble over our maps.
caught in the creases.