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I only caught glimpses of his eyes while he spoke
words, lacerating this pneuma
and stuffing superlatives in this innermost being.
the wisdom I believed I possessed tumbled like Jericho
and I could hear the audacious screams of the Israelites
like blood torrents in arteries.
it’s a shame, I thought. He had a good heart.
pomegranate pnumbras flicker like fire behind my eyelids
and it burns there, too.
can I leave?
a smooth muscle ***** pumps blood and serotonin through platelets back into arteries
and I hungrily drink this newfound oxygen.
and all around the splintered cage
I saw orange slice smiles and white yacht clouds drifting through a blue ocean.
but a quick slip up pulled me away
and the faceless effigy stood pristine with metaphorical eyes,
of which I only caught a glimpse.
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