the world is always falling
and stars are ever-burning,
until they burn you down.
A circular waking
to shattered muscle in a sling;
to moments, tired and wrung;
The leather, tightening.
Drown your voice in the sea
to forget the viscosity
of words trapped in your hands
and on your tongue;
If the sky devours the earth,
or only a single fiber burns,
I'll be here with you, when it comes.
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