A buried eye tempting the past
shining sky of terror
shorn like the sheep's wool
immemorial time phrase,
an unused category of cloud
description cartel caravan--
I've encrypted the rays
tucked in the corners of empty
houses demolished--
I am a feast for roaches
without a tale
coffee floods your veins
coats my walls
the gauze you carry are bloodstained
and stale.
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