Flux

burning holes, and then the sheets,
burning holes and then the sheets…

haphazardly mixed into automated voice
messages,
away,
the faces of inclines,
facets of the clouds
cut from cliff
shaped from sound

the skin I’m in
had never been home,
until you blessed it
with your solemn tone

Until then,
I flee from sin
The sin, the sin,
I place myself in.

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