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You never predicted a wash of black satin swathed around the myriad branches
leafing out bullet wounds in the chromosome-lined trenches
never watched a cactus bloom but assumed the desert tantamount
well you can watch my skin erupt in crows wings under a bleeding moon
and ask yourself while this garden's doubt is set upon by dunes:

what Adam outgrew and
which sword I withdrew

it's hard to find a tongue without fur in a polar mouthed world
hard to cool the inquisition with a foxskin girl
teeth scraped lockets and tetanus brushed her cheek
while drawn and quartered martyrs march in prada down the street

why the rot hugs the fruit
whose skin it sinks through

this caSTLE is falling and brick my brick my footprints leave a trail of history
smeared ink on my name like the paper's to blame
if I have to throw a shawl of ashes over crushed shoulders you can bet no one's scapula will be the same
and i'll walk into the sea to give myself a chance to breathe
the soot will dissolve and the fish will ignore me
and when it evaporates into the sky and rains down on the cities
coating homes in broken bulbs and skinless wings my bones will shake and my heart will break to let the symphony asphyxiate while silence sings