it's
3 am, I have crawled
through
the belly of the night
to
lie here awake. an
insistent
beast, it is strong
without
the fear of dawn.
I
have not found the lyric of
a
heart but the scars of a past
life
in the cut bank of a damned dream.
I
beg indifference from the weight
of
the night and the truth holding
fast
to the history of my bones
.
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