22/30

virus of feeling
fleet footed runner in the dusk
flowering sparks in the howl
mists of sweat and pearl
how you fade
look at the scents rolling
away from my chest and into the fields
creeping past the thin guarded temple heart
slipping through the lungs and nestled like a beast
suddenly awake
and burning away through the caging ribs

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