it's like your head
swallowed his face
after he sank down through the earth -
and came out the other side :
the underworld of the other hemisphere --
a fearsome fairytale
of the same old shit /
repeated self-helplessness
that cannot be counselled
that doesn't accept breath, or
silence
or self,
and wants only
the things that
kill him surely ...
...
the softness of tears
with the immoveable hardness of ego
suffering in suffering
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