In a Stroke
rent from the agony
past.
muscle mass made
from joy too.
hangs now deprived
form. Nerves dead.
Dead blood. Hard,
insoluble damns
capillary at
single
stroke.
higher disfunction
set on repeat
flickers behind
eyes bright
that do not bare looking
drooping red ring
rheumy. makes a
crust on the lost beauty
cheekbones once
chalk hills
dressed with
apple trees
are now nursery for flakes
of unstoppable tears
'wipe your eyes old man'
If only you could.
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