Sun driven by dirty thumbs
Spin to yourself, watch the inverse
Die like evening light
I asked for you and you came
With talons on your fingers, scarred lament
Twirling around you like molten butter
You have whispered into the ear of gravity an order
Your curls became waterfalls
Anew, we will dance between dark trees
During a cold and bitter time
Marked by unforgiving care
My teeth have run away with me already
Do you mind if I beg?
I will speak a truth as all-encompassing
As it is bland, as I can muster
Though I know there is no way but down, I
Must let those shots, frames
Fade away into red ink
Let the writing of the next day
Become the memory of a dream
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