At play With wasps
And absent figurines
In bed with my hear beating backward
A tone Echoes Disease
Mechanical seeds Rewind and restart
Serrated, stone-eating smiles
With darts Sweetened Depart
Awake Drone
Eleven nights shy and apart
Became notes For ears
Clipped , eaten and mourned
A closet of doves And Ill
Weeping glue on the inside
She drinks chrome
I blink and doubt pairs me with sound and with days gone
Alone, divided, aloud
A game with soft and absent memories
In lead with my lungs breathing backward
A stone
Bellows and steam

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