it gets settled here and now on my body skin fat sinews bone
innards writhing the corpus of my flesh bears the brunt of it all:
the unwritten thoughts the unborn fire the deepest cold the
itch i cannot scratch
in the shade somewhere the dragonfly unfurls her glassy wings and
poised for flight she drops flightless to the ground
in the far east you sit unmoved
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