accretion

the falling.

the ground falling.

the ground falling into air.

the ground falling into air that’s blue.

the ground falling into air that’s blue and murderous.

the ground falling into air that’s blue and murderous and letting go of stars

the ground falling into air that’s blue and murderous and letting go of stars into the corners of night.

into the corners of night they are swallows

{ lyres arced in plummet

 

the souls

and into the souls

and into the souls of nothing

and into the souls of nothing they climb

and into the souls of nothing they climb like irrational children

and into the souls of nothing they climb like irrational children in a tree swing

and into the souls of nothing they climb like irrational children in a tree swing branched over death

branched over death they are alive

{ hands grasping at now

 

 

 

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