after Snapsnot by David Barnes
he folds himself
falls
into a
falltime
black payaper
swayddled in knots
(i keep overpouring)
scrape
the pa aper all black
except where writtne
the aier not there
except where flown agint
wax paysage of penpint and black feather
flickerth
and burns tie
the woires to birdfluvf to
nails to thiss
autumn inta
our stone creasing thicker and thi
and
skin all scraps skin
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