dreams of meat
fractured rendering
time wasted
a scarce luxury
this kind of clarity
born from salvation
a knowing how petty
being a victim can be
in classic tactile evasion
you beg for cruelty before comfort
caught in a familiar discordant loop
arrested in rustic sanctuary
passive as a twinned body
swallowing your present tense
to breast the wave
then shred your fears of impotence
these kinds of clearings
a place where light abandons control
are at the edges of regeneration
the poetics of follow through
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