If going forward
I choose not to
lose my aridity
it throws them off
even if formatted to fit
this window ease this rain
the poem is just the screen-play
loved defenestrated
bumped awake by
refusing to see
the end of ‘crass
reality’ what
light encloses
us where blood
running took five days
to evaporate
and still go on.
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