Knowing nothing


Orangewoods with heads down

Silent wings creeping

Hunting sheets crinkled and light

Stare at the wall all night

Maybe I will twist into a coil

and stroke frothing

drops of water on your corpse…

then, relax my self-assurance on

your smoldering chest…fire
I know nothing

but that this time
will travel along with me…

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