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The Human Particle
edges are better felt
beneath the skin
the way the wind
bruises into bone
like folds of water
through which the mind lurks
in naked silence
between gasps of ragged light
those threadbare atoms held
in a spider’s web
the lash of winter
in scarcity measured
where - crippled by time
my body
split by the darkness
of you
bleeds blue
Copyright ©
Mat Ignacio
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