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| With Cup Seeking Knowledge In Death From a dull tin pulled from drab pack, I scoop, almost greedily, from found, clear pool in creek shadowed green, straining to arrive below twig, along furrowing root to supply a dry mouth. I know thirst, eager to sate. But from the right angle, gleam — earliest, the sun discovers my crime. I see the bottom. My health longs invigorate in your clear minerals bonded, as mysterious as the air I trust inhale. Denied. Rust cup slides through the well-worn seams released in unruly forest, where skin scrapes, infects flesh, ravaged evilly. I was sent there. Sent away from angling light now mocking a dreamer. This forest is dead but for me. Two diseased hands steal your ample, pure flow for knowledge. I roam unbound forever and unfound — malnourished, yearn safe harbor sealed in a black divide, where moon and stars spin high, remind I’ll not be alone in death. 4.23.22 4.26.22 edit Must not obsessively pull on those strings of images that need no definition. |
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