Friday, January 15, 2010

In tunnels by RQ

after Myopic Lines by JKD

They turned against me
in tunnels and pressed
my face into gravelly pools;

I breathed and the pellets
grazed my brain,

whittling my hippocamp
to the shape of a chestnut;

they turn against me I thought
were of my kin, kicking my ankles
each time I try to rise.

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