what animals sweep through the brush at this
what manics awake at their lights or their lust?
spartacus will see me thinking moving away
and will call to the morning like he knows only
everything is in its list
waits for its opportune time
brooding like the coming fourth:
the shower bleeds me dry
i howl at the moon
nesting grimm in her majestic vanity
fuck you
i lie alone
the sparks shimmer ferment
and scribbling i we whoever this is
stumbles through the illusion
like a adrenalined ballerina
strangers find me
save me save you
remind me there is no save to rescue
it will fall away; it will fall away
i have been awake for too long
asleep for too long
the sides of my eyes burn with kohl
let me drift
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