Site of longing and explosion
bleeding from exhaustion and diligence,
from all the circles and constraints
all the markers and borders
fixed in this bastard world

I wrench beauty from ugliness
and fall prey to possibility
In the knot of temptation
the possible is jettisoned

I am nothing but a digger of graves
The dead are abandoned
beneath the roof of their loved ones
They turn pale keeping watch
over those not yet dead

A nightmare that would end
is a nightmare that would begin

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