short pomes


in the wilderness of flesh
who will speak for the dead?

i am fragile as i am
you are all my strength
a few shards of glass

while
trying to fit inspiration into formulas
ragged - i am so hungry -

for every beacon, shadows pronounce
clarify - in darkness i have faith -

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