forerun, i feel your finger stretch the vein;
bound tight and protruding through the
chambers. do you seek
to heal? i don’t see you but i
know your unnatural hand
that reaches forth again and
again in continuous alarm.
there is no rest (in the silence, or
in the trembling cold stillness;) than
in memory as the end of all thought.
released June 10, 2012
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