Nails bedding in basket beds

Refusing to showcase sorrow

for your entertainment

I will not stand

Nor will I sit

In drowning darkness

To allow your attempt

of passing a breathing light

If you find me

Wood embedded fists

even still, not a corps

for you to inflate

Needles of a breath

from mumbling golems

I’ll gather my helium

within ceremony-less souls


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