The coming of life closes further
The valve of energy constricts again
My face rotates over your hands
Sliding into the mirror
Running into ripples of frowns
Waking steps of mercy cry out from your lips
Frozen spiders break the ice from their webs
Showering shards of glass into my mind
Under the doorway we kissed
Weeping and sobbing into our minds
I throw my soul at your feet
My crudity wraps your ankles
And asks for its own end
Slender visions back up in my mind
Sighing for release
And reconstruction from my prostrate form
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