slow unto meaning
you could say
i was truly
simpleminded,
my face
a constant
trembling rain.
what is beautiful
what is intimate
raw or subtle.
motives empty
the day
of meaning.
i am an animal
in my living
struggling up
that hill of
faeces dust
and dry bones
screaming each new dawn
pushed from gentle lips
shouting from
the loins of history
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