Moving Through Waters

perfection has scribbled
over the ribcage

of this air-hole, needling
a security

for many conversations to
cum, but

before any of those
onions or mushrooms

can junk a closet full of spoon
forks and knives, we

need to wrestle down
to the pinch

of cayenne
happening outside doorway

lung capacity, it
can be seen, we are

moving through waters
in a boat of

conversations, and this
untugs the silence of hell

from the
clamp it weighs to bottom

by anchor of death, we
are yielding to the weight

while retaining
earthly gravity

and this is helpful
kind, true

and just

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