Release

sound whips, skips, and breaks
gust of whipsers and quakes
the sound in hours, soils, and stains

screams the war on skin, white sheathing inside pain
the end is to the ground rough,
between the backwards and awake

the date with death in pins, the blood
manner to ashes are very weak
the knife to sever in complain

the breathing sun when the earth is gone
plucks the name of rage into the rain
the rings of tears, the red reached and done over

tears unconformed and flowing in divides
an affection unpolished to the ears
the rains carefully drop to the floor


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