This lack of final
this lack of resolution
in the pictures
and this after a little rest
it still goes a long way
to come at it trochaically
where words are allowed
to fall back to human
movements how hard poems
need to hold the enemy
prose at bay
anaesthetizing us
with its syntax
so we have forgotten
our mother vowels
how they only fill
to empty the heart.
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