even the superstitions packed away
no bells ring at my passing
what are the songs they unwound
i half want to leave half of me behind
go on alone and under burdened
but one's one's own ghost appendage
a whole geography is purged
by lessons never learned or abandoned
though no girls are left crying
and forever this vein of trembling glee
will bring stabs of shame n' indignity
a deep and fertile mine for pain
Reptily
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