I dreamkiller knead
with poisoned radius
the snow paste sticking
to the ground
in grass barbed
realization of sudden
beads, the pregnant
dirt leaves
you scattered in
the sense of the word
as fall slowly dies,
the pavement forgets
pollen, ant sprawls
and cracks just as-
I forge lightning
you breathe in winter
for me to listen
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