Across the Flame
Sparing nothing
But nickels
In the chance that lofty thought
Remain unhinged
And quietly
Though unspoken
Altered arrows
Through the flesh
Wounding even you
Specks of dust
On quiet nights like these
I took down
The pictures
Melted frames into pieces
And waltzed across the flame
Of hunger
Eaten by tender flesh
And reduced to
Utter irony
I spent the day regressed
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