every
typo
is
a
town
in wales
& theres
a
monster
in
my chest
playing hectic percussion
on
the bluebird bones
blackmailing
the
sunlit
uplands
where
the
hibernating
mammals
hijacked
my slumber
~
well
the room is there
like
a flat tires
rhythmic
exhaling
&
death is there
its
back pages
condensed
& lucent
in
a
twelve
minute
drive
thru
crematorium
&
the
thin smoke of bones
is
forgetting
itself
&
dissolving
in glyphs
up
there
in
the grey bluebird sky
pic from reddit
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