that the sunset has colored black
sift through the still-warm sand
that I am nestled in. The stars
are out; I am alone.
Elucidate me, earth: tear
my flesh and give it to the grains
and pull me with the receding
fluid. Make my mind lucid
to the flow.
A mosquito meets my elbow
and as it departs I involuntarily
reach out in an extending
red pimple. I cannot be still
yet.
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