young flesh, older

dust of stars

dark, open wounds and

glimmering scars.

a plexus of eccentricities normalized

with words,

breaths escaping, counting


You, dear human;

the shallow of your cheek, the

depth of your deep,

collapse tonight in

a listless sleep.

catch your breath, as you fall

in your head,

when you’re alive in the body, while

in sleep you’re dead.

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