a dim light—
writhing
desperate
twisting
w/o reason
this life
scorching & shrill
you feel
the horizon—
inevitable rise—
the voluptuous
night
you forget your own
hunger
like mayflies
guilt
peeling
you feel it
on your back
the dark
doorway
the mind
the spine
your skin
falls
the heart is full of funeral dreams
your back
folds
around you
o cocoon of the
blanket
o restoration
old shadow