‘set me straight’

my urging maddened

a long master steeped

bitter death thirst

under diseased and heedless skies

so very strange the senses,

and her placed finger upon lips—

“everything perishes,” she roils

her brightness a ruby gone undiscovered

who could question or spin

from her gravity;

perhaps her pale hands

will harness something other

than a passing one day.

i wait

shivering under the 

singular crookedness of her baptizing. 

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