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Is all you'll say
at Bethel Israel
I'll tell you everything I want to hear
I'll string it around you, in little vines
Twisting around your throat,
Cascading
To your toes,
and falling
Around your feet
in little piles.
I'll pull it light,
Release when you
Relent
Gentle convulsions
to the natural pressures
Of our skin.
A deafening rustle
Your land-locked ankles
Buckling and churning
Distress, sadness
In your dim eyes
A Frenzy of greens
and red
tearing,
Shredding,
The Impossible
Massacre
muttering to myself
amidst your shrieks and convulsions
I have traveled time!
The healthy vines
of summer
Now a deep, mysterious
Auburn
I turn away and listen
As time passes quickly through
You're skin