fluttering summer’s death
I was on my way to hide
cold summers and same lies;
trains running late, heart palpitates
names and faces strained
coffee black and skin blue;
empress swam skies calm
all alone, burdened by stormed
estuaries, sea trenches diverging;
I remember her heartbeat
just over a hundred thumps
like a roaming rabbit she'd stampede
shriveled weeds, baked soil compacted;
I remember each tremor gracing my
paracausal corpse, nothing quite knocked me
little could contain every anchored day,
subterranean plummet; I defy the hour he
knocks, and breaks my cavernous cavity
in the name of love.
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