treasures
Hbr 4, 12
value these lethal pictures
tie-loosening moments of despair
how roots untangle in the background
suffering through the third plane
elegantly wreathing clouds
under the splendid collar
boil with a grinding weep
and dwindle, double-slashed
I come right after
streaming gut by gut
and cling to them
those treasures I mean
and kneel wide open
the tie took the spleen
I am no more! and then
the frame breaks in lifelock
just a splinter left
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