Tonight the
marble dust
from sleepwalks
sifts between
your toes as
you step off
your peda
stal again
One night you
will go too
far and col
lapse into
eat's eyes and
aggies and
shooters and
the children
will scoop you
into their pock
its
The next night
I will be
a cloud of
screeching pig
eons con
fused by the
barren stand
and a cir
kill in the
dirt.
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