a gift
an access of disease coiled in a drupe,
a little embolus to empty what it fills.
to make a calm to wake to,
when you do,
under a hung blade.
isn't it ideal-
an axenic fiend for cleaning,
an emetic friend that never speaks
but fills the corners' blanks, grows,
sits on its bone exedra and silences.
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would such a pack of methodical agencies
mistake a gentle war
for a looming threat
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