High Grain Diet

You break what’s left
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.

Leaving only a pulse of stars.
 

 

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