The intent of a rising sun

encourages the impatience

out of night.  From the abyss

of dreams we are renewed, like

ribbons unraveling while lifted

from the floor.  A part of us

protests, exciting the brimstone

from and anxious song we hum

while putting on ragged jeans

a chain and a cross.  Tattoos tell a

story.  Cold water starts the flow


of steps.  Coffee feeds the blood.

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