cotton vignettes
round worm index
creeping with the tallow
to turn in alone
the cliche
is the creaking
of an absent sound
step then
hearth or cold breath
to detail an eye or splinter
of a face which may appear
flickering in the dark
a milk sweet shard
spooned from the black yolk
as from behind the projector
comic gloom spreads
its lacking and effort
a mantle of fleeting erections
slipping fecal prediction
into diseased hands
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