I'm sick with time dragged over jagged rocks, the current leaving bits of me on the shore this time this quanta this bit before the other bit one by one an unyielding chain forcing the gears of my undoing fragrant as a house fire billowing into the light of the sunset part of me is there the rest of me is here, stretched taught, the veils of time fall year after year, invisible snowfall blanket of no return
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