May 4

I could slip on oil spills

I could rake my body

Over a bed of nails

Crawling on my knees

Drinking smoke of poison

And falling down deep

To swallow your pain

Or I could sit still

And listen

And let it wash over me

Behind me, under me,

And away

Passing my heart

In bright luminescence

To beam onto yours.


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