there is a way in which
to wander, to start out
into the world with
intentions of changing
everything
the reason my insides
are so swollen is the
weight of all these
miracles that bloom
in my lungs
and flutter
in the dark red light
of my kidneys
this sunset of death
is so bright, I swear
that I’m on fire
and I’m certain
this cilice proves
that sin is as empty
as this last breath,
quiet as the body
I leave behind.
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