cell to cell
bar spaces bar
his imaginations
imaginings
listening
wrongly
story
to
me
listen

for­
the bullet
head *******
pools
of
crimson

last period bled
hole
in
head

find me here
floating on sorrow
fingertips swirl below
under
me
all things
under love
here
am
i
over

his paces match mine
heard
of
souls twine

footsteps listening to dust
as
the
mountain climbs

here
I
am

this isn't me says i

lie lie lie

deny

tell

me

cell to cell
?







...
..
.