furniture gone,
trim fat off life
a possibility of bones beneath this
bare dark wood floors
a savannah reflecting light from windows
dark luminous skin
naked cant a body just be
what is with all this shit
i need to be able to locate the sun
to eliot:
"i dont want a new heaven and new earth
only the old ones
old sky old dirt new grass
nor life beyond the grave
god help me or ill help myself
by living all these lives
nine at once or ninety
so that death finds
me at all times and on all sides
exposed
undefendable
inviolable
vulnerable"
alive"
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