In my mouth,
the breathing of the dead
looms
everywhere.

I am a tulip
experiencing complete
reality.

All life is a poem,
and all my thoughts
my scripts
my kisses
manifest themselves in your body.

I wonder if you feel them still?

or if you ever did.

Silent mediocrity,
That is us...

I am when I no longer am.

My collapsed breast bone in ruins,
let fall,
daggers.

I'm vomiting enough out of the mouth,
you
my lethargic moon
now turning your naked back
to my potholed earth.

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