Fine
Today is the fifth
I remove one eye and observe my mind
A quick glance and I’m cold
One peek satisfies nothing
Tomorrow is the fourth
I open my throat and examine my voice
Remnants of deception
Glistening mortification
Thanks but no thanks i close my eyes
to realize
Tomorrow is the third
I feel around my nose
It happens all the time yes
A burning stink
The taste of blood
Unable to recognize the path i trod
I search for yesterday
It is the second
A stroke across my ear and it
falls on the floor
Kneeling i’m feeling
for the sound of its pulse
I can only get too close.
I strain for the sky with a
Blur and a sting
Where have I gone?
Why do I drip so slow?
I feel around my cold frame
And stop at my heart
One warm beat and I know
that this is the first.
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