Rocks lay before
the last thought and solipsism;
Inside a frost stillness, decaying by the tree;
Forbidden—the serpent’s blood betrays
the bone fingers that lay upon stone.
Feral. What happened?
are mere being.
Devising a relent
to emerge outside
to the city, deprived of life
deprived of streetlight.
the lonely catkins
with a vulnerable shape
like a stilling ghost with discolored
Disinterested, the blood pools
around the shore that kisses the leaf
alone in finality.
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