It’s hard to believe pain
made this lofty blue sky
the chances of pleasure
really doing its part
to perceive this creature
who crosses it
imagining his head
becoming three heads
his skin this blunt
blue flayed and re-grafted
every day bigger
and clearer
deducting what dies
from what goes
wondering on.
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