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I follow the split wall

down through the cage bones  

there is an urge to cup

the entrails, to bewitch

feel the carcass flow

in union with the downslope grass

meat relaxed, unlike the numbers

pressed into the casing   

snow in dialog with sun, an equinox

of hunt and hunger

shows how good it is to struggle

to redden, like indebtedness

the hammer of a final zero

its empty mouth quantified

or the revelation of three digits

quivering in the still warm cavity

rolling dice, stirring tea

spending a Saturday stacking rocks

so I can clear my throat and step

into the black, throwing it over my back

taking it to the vault to cool, and breathe
where bliss is golden


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my response to the prompt of something quite ordinary