In a certain light

oh tonight
all things clear
the wind blows low and sweet
the walls creak soft
they’ll speak freely out
the tap stops its drip, sips from a source
edging in an ear, my heart my chip
red and fire in strain my drumming pulses
purple outshined redness stretched on my streets, swapmeets
as night overtakes my wound roads’ gleam & steam
and here on this empty boat of cold sheets reflection
i am a thing entirely about you green rhythm pouring grass and trees

like a giant with a conch shell amazed on his knees


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