Gray Sky modeled, a Leaf on its Falling,
And thus tenaciously wounded, a slow and Bitter Abandon
Crashes,
Past Churches among Coals
And Faces lined, tunneled by ants, cicadas
The mouths of Sad dead Men.
Gray Sky tears Into Dirt,
Cars and Old Women Flying,
My legs Wobbling, Noodle Like
Churning Air and Dirt into Butter.
Gasping relaxed Depravity, Eyes of Bulging broken...
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