Marionette
Dredging sand from the dreaming sea
Asynchronous and jagged
Filtering out the loveliest bits of squirm
To fill the hallows of my eyes
With the remains
It stays in my head constructing
The siren’s call
To just breathe in
I can hear the transmission towers ringing out
Against the weight of what they carry
The weight of time compressed
Distilled
History burning
Turbines whirring
With no breeze to be found
We all
We want
The memory
Reaching inside ourselves
To grip at visceral assurances
Out of reach and caught
Up in the wires of the transmission towers
Wringing out
The final notes
Adrift
There’s odd angles in the splinters
Bones and disjoint
Crooked fall and teeth knocked
Against glass
The cracks fractalize
Tumbling in and in and in
Never closer to the end
And I try to be careful as I thread the needle
Unsteady, unstable
Shakingly coaxing the stitch home
Someone needs to fix the torn seams
The flesh rent where lightning struck
Iron wells where I’m stuck
Pulling the strings to hold myself aloft
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