lashings and engravings
labyrinth-like, a telling
sort of discomfort told
in Lichtenberg figures
chicken scratched into
my back like nail marks
inconsolable, it's a sad
defiance that leads my
resignation by the collar,
unmotivated, unkempt,
that lenticular beauty
softened me so
when gratitude finds
me fleshy and beaten,
rain carves meandering
wrinkles into my
naked skin, and
when i smile, it pours
i've got it in heaps,
a splintered thought
for every mile
between us, now i
find myself grateful
for even overcast days
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