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this muddy heart

between the lines and ties that bind  

the hollow the broken pieces of time

that crumble that weep that do not keep still 

against the rapture of this muddy heart 

gasping and pulled apart 

fingers thrashing beneath sheets

the rain the sleet the pounding press of feet 

gathering speed catching drifts that pull

that plunder your sweetest bits 


of all the possible joys and wonder 

it would be you that i missed 

low down like  a beast in a cage 

dreaming of jungles 

cleaning the blood from bones 

like my mornings of trouble. 

Posted 03/15/20
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