Try to convince yourself you changed, convince
your crown as well, how the cycle curls. Vacant
space, vaulted ceiling I frequently stare up into,

all my hair weaving with tweed, what is flying
that we can’t see in the angles? 
No color in obscurities.
Purple felt writes me in the summer, I don’t write

because I don’t know where to send the words. Cacti
with fevers,primary way to lose where I’m from…
There’s no knowledge of why this keeps happening

after five stars prick the sky: the ghost who doesn’t
know its name plays an ivory violin, if you don’t bring it
to bed with you, the skeleton won’t let you sleep ten days.


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