Mine is not in my mind
“Well,” you say, “where does it reside?”
In the trees, the wind, the
heavy water sea
whispering its black magic secrets
to me
In boys with their guns and
high tailored tricks
holding sweet burdens and the
will to forget
In valor, macabre void,
a massacre; me
Squinting blood shot eyes
straining to see
I am outside
I am only regret

and gone.

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