i was fixated on a feeling
it was collecting in the crevices of my subconscious
eating at me like an infection
and when at once i could understand its nature
i was consumed, already, in a dream of vicious imagery
one after the other in a trance upon my cheeks
life like apparitions danced in line to the tune of violins
my throat, dry
but i sang a song to accompany
the lonely figures telling their stories
and crying out from the other side
and tore their skincloths in agony
and prayed empty promises
and chased the light
and they ate and drank their fill
until they fell
upon my feet
where my eyes had bound their bodies
and my lips trembled in mercy
have mercy
and quietly the silence gave way to a breath full of white


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