and I speak
just as though
words
might make up
the heart of the sun
I burst
out of myself
out of me
to tell you
to reach you
and these words
are sword
they are flame
they are …
the wound of me
the gaping
of this moment
I
left behind
~
and I speak
just as though
words
might make up
the heart of the sun
I burst
out of myself
out of me
to tell you
to reach you
and these words
are sword
they are flame
they are …
the wound of me
the gaping
of this moment
I
left behind
~
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