we hold him when he Sleeps
despite there is not rest
esophagus don't make a peep
I was reading of bird's nests
Too, I reread the Ciphers
too, the puzzle pieces
four sow their pickings as all for
to great there is to reap is
Skip across the half-light then,
like stepping stones, alert
exchange the fork for just a pen
no remorse in introvert
Had rapport house an organ
ripping out the Heart's seams
latent hemorrhage of body's dam
sutures muted the screams
Small crone perched in an armchair
veiled by a hat of crepe
long sir who swims through thin air
on only edge of capes
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