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letters without post cross out nightly

as I await thorough excortication

                        

stains masks confirmation

oh the crimes that they persecute me for



I am a convict of words, of free will, of numb reason, of vital expression and warped tricky poetry.



when I bind the blue pulsating chain

exaggerated over golden skin under the reckless moon.





I implode deeply outside of love and

I pour comatose burnt moonbeams

over emaciated paper dolls.



I sink below like an opium heart

it is so hard it can cut glass.



I start running away from reoccurring thunder

only to mount the hoax

of the rising cryptic moon.

  

this crescent moon shows waning signs of you,





crimson blood courses through



my

blue

interludes



while origami echoes meander into torrents

and do their unappreciated work.