why did he keep to himself
rolling out of the house
after a nights of sleep?
why did he not react to warehouses,
and post-meridians
were those nights harder than the days
his processing of the whole thing
satan in red slippers
"i'd lost all hope, but still had words"
now THEY betray him
stuck like frozen windowpanes
in the deep Artic summer air
settling, at night, when ghosts lay less
dormant than the dreams.
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