A caustic glance,
It drizzles,
Fails to singe.
An unplugged pond,
And gritty smoke,
Permeates until the interior.
Severed cores,
Actual bones,
Marrowed geese,
Silly sneeze.
There were:
Bound papers,
Violent staplers,
Clockwork time.
Sifts through my lashes:
Living aids,
Plastic props,
Concrete slabs,
(Beds for bones).
In weakened flesh.
It is all a frozen expectation,
Helpless and snarred by
Malignant tides.
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