QUICK, SILVER
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Knees dig in

Elbows missing skin

A warm hollow

Sunken meadow

 

Pass the shallow

Pass the nets

Waters run deep

And it’s as dark as it gets

 

A warm hello

I’ve come to go

 

I would have turned sooner

 

But my solitude is cooler

 

A fever dream’s mycelium

It’s all you feel and all you know

Turn into silver

Animate

Quick!

Turn turn softly

I would have turned sooner

 

But my solitude is cooler