Wednesday 11/09/2016 11:25:00 PM

the simple ache of the sun as it reproaches the glass. voices spent in curious fictions. moments divided. by zero. by less.

the ample contrition of abundant flesh. all bee stings and snake bites in the thick grass that fills our lungs.

it wanders. strays from the path. distracted blood turning hard. tightening loose bandages.

the window. left open. a barrier even so. the wall. thin between. obstinately enduring. a kingdom of vacant rooms. a parchment of empty beds. thirsty for ink.

the switch on the wall. trembling with blindness. with sight. the simple slope. the inclined plane of touch. that shifts the weight. that makes us feel stronger.

causing atlas to shrug.

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