the entire horse hair
moving
its blue bone prayer
the blur in your voice
is a borrowed thing
not even five dollars
will mother you
the next station
is a crippled man/woman
with child rearing phantom hips
lost in a bout
of 48 years, non-living
sentient blindness
cool even
the way a person hands
you a piece of their soul
smiling
'I too, am lost in that desert'
lesson #1, do not
trust that the world
will continue to be there
every time you open your eyes.
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