The Unperson

My breath swings like a ghostly door

Slamming shut to stop the fear

A wave that stays on shore

Because it knows the storm


The moon opens in my eyes

And I empty in the night

I tried to save the truth from lies

But it’s silent in the light


This pulseless silence falls inside the earth.

But I’m not there

I’m a roman fountain; masterfully spilt

Twisted by unyielding bodies.

I’m nauseous from the tilt


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