into the storm
a wish
to be woven
between layers
of rain
so that my breath
is choked
stolen
from the cold
cascade
the struggle
is not without
will or desire
I am too warm
over-
filled
flesh
surrounds me
over-
whelms
the fluid self
cremated &
mixed
with the ashes
of my
hollow
musical bones.
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