you break what’s left
after you have shattered
leaving only a purple pulse of stars

having dismantled me
you kick me around
the way wind plays with the sunlight
the sea with claws

til my geometry obsolete
you blow me off the page
into the wild sorrows of the earth
throbbing like a seed a nut

 

 

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