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Opened Wounds
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The opened wounds have festered again.
like thick and heavy drapes covering
the windows.
The flop of these is manifested
in a cataract brown blur.
The whoring trees have
reviewed themselves
and concluded
they could last through
to Spring.
I must shed the black bark
to find the
scab peeled back.
Light a fire.
Put in incense.
Let it
burn,
burn,
burn.
Lounging in a bedroom.
Door shut.
Window open.
Turning head.
Shutting down thinking.
In just a second
the fire will
reach me.
All my wounds will
be festering at that time!
