My soul leaks
through the gullet
of my eyes
I fear my
place
has scattered
across time,
washing up on
unlikely shores
that plaintively
call
for a place beyond
place
And I, the
unheard
cry

words of twilight
My soul leaks
through the gullet
of my eyes
I fear my
place
has scattered
across time,
washing up on
unlikely shores
that plaintively
call
for a place beyond
place
And I, the
unheard
cry
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