When hole
in chest turns green

wind grows 
breathless 

that reeling feeling
that burns & woos
that panic ensues.

Impassionate leanings
weighted & percussive

held captive by moods
lugubrious & eruptive!

Swinging high 
on the hive
saints alive 

freedoms devious
skip to the loop.

Luminous bedbugs
traffickers, 
snoops.

Beauty’s hilt
rogue economy

my oilers' toilers
my martyrs' barterers

liberators, 
ink you baiters -

Shadow and sway.
Indulge the day.

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