You create a hybrid
without protocol.
A body of clay lies―
in the morgue. The fear
guides you.
Hold me, we
would discover each other
in dark.
You can, I would say,
without hurting yourself,
become what you are.
The great divide
between life and death
must continue.
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Your work is always so enigmatic. I think I get the message this time around, though. Good work as always.
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