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In Death
With Cup Seeking Knowledge In Death
From a dull tin pulled from drab pack,
I scoop, almost greedily,
from found, clear pool in creek shadowed green,
straining to arrive
below twig, along furrowing root
to supply a dry mouth.
I know thirst, eager to sate.
But from the right angle, gleam —
earliest, the sun discovers my crime.
I see the bottom. My health longs
invigorate in your clear minerals bonded,
as mysterious as the air I trust inhale.
Denied. Rust cup slides
through the well-worn seams released
in unruly forest, where skin scrapes,
infects flesh, ravaged evilly.
I was sent there. Sent away
from angling light now mocking a dreamer.
This forest is dead but for me.
Two diseased hands steal your ample,
pure flow for knowledge.
I roam unbound forever and unfound —
malnourished, yearn safe harbor
sealed in a black divide,
where moon and stars spin high,
remind
I’ll not be alone in death.
4.23.22
4.26.22 edit
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