airy nails

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the airy nails that hammer me

aren’t nailing me into the ground

on the smooth and shiny crust of the earth

the sun keeps a perpetual distance from me

and it reminds me with shadows: 

there is always uncrushable shadow, shameless, resistant

you can only detest it, yet you can’t touch it

rusty nails, by contrast

are far more reliable

once in the flesh, they are unremovable

from time to time, at four in the morning

the glowing of bent nails can be seen

we are all weeping

for even moonlight is hurting us