Sleep is a search. Waking is a wound.
Did I say your name? Here, I catch
and close again
warm as the abyss.
My skin is sandstone, my teeth
the law. These eyes
will never close. Breath is keeping still
while the deep flows through my lips.
Did I ever ask? My name
is yours. I eat the even and the odd.
My bones are sinews,
my teeth a world. These eyes
will never close. Blood is music.
I never forget. Did I say
a single word? Here, I dine
on silence. Did you see me lose
my shadow? I keep the answers
as I feed. A voice is a breath
turned scarlet. I inhale
by traveling. Where was I
before now? I remember you.
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