From Where From There

I am in the steamer of the evening
inside a stubby firefly
And the coast a diamond necklace in front of me
Shining from there from wherever I turn

In my dream a knife from head to toe
of all sizes I wore
As I turned round my axis
I was cutting the one in front of me
Every side was steel with blood
or blood with steel
Bursting from there from wherever I turn

I tried all words before keeping silent
An unknown curse word was needed
a new voice in its forgetfulness
dating back from cave times
a curse word,
Crying from there from wherever I say it

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