The moments that come along.Some bleeding stars.
The long night.
The watching,
breathing.
A vapor trail
across the morning paper.
(you know what I'm doing- you see right through me.)
The organ of knowing.
A mental interrogation.
Himmler's dog.
A scratchy shirt.
A screech in the wilderness.
Your head under water.
Eternal Bliss.
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