cold winds come
you know that
I know that
a soft white magick
presses its
skin against the
night
all I know
is how to drive
deeper
deeper into it
a hammer
a silent nail
a mercy
unto itself
there is no
concern
only stinging flesh
and a kinship
I almost
forgot
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