This world and its pain
like a rope throat
around the chokes.
Woe be it poverty
the bread crumbs
divided into the wind again.
My heart is
sinus rhythm is broken
Seita-paced drum beats.
it was not wisdom
which was built by the living
fucking. write
over suspension bridge
the burning abyss,
Alongside the fear of a stone
compressed. My heart
under the shattered city
fled. You were not the words
a human scale
sucked back into you
that promise and
kicking legs fingers
adhering to the edge of the abyss
human.
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