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Ribs dislocated in jigsaw The rhythm tumbling           meandering through breaches and fissures       seeps pensive crimson silver   blowing across hollow coral veins the wind cries softly     i love you with gusts the pitch rises   to an unscratched scream my bed smells of earthy iron permeated by roots of dried passion from pools born in the still night I can not sleep and must rise. Walking and walking The world treading through me Smearing me like finger paint Friends Please come into my poor shack I've warm wine to soften your eyes As we pause to watch the fire And so drops of flame escape me Burning the structure beams of the house Reaching and catching my thoughts Dancing and tossing me to motion Splashing down my limbs ©