painted across the new face of man
awakening from unlearned sleep
bled between shackle and wrist
from fire to dark
cut from the final yarn of earth
where mercury confides with sun
stained by water upon levies
in the growing stench of death
forgotten begging to be written
to touch the page
tasted by children's fingers
screamed from the pullbacks of whips
whispered between my eyes and your face
my lips and your name
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