With nature's
efficiency,
you remain with me
knowing I believe what you know.
Half-mad
at the world
half the time
at your own kind,
seizing fistfuls of hair.
I drift to your marrow
a pardoned pig
in luxurious mud & juice.
spot lit, among the hum of every word spoken,
anchored in midair...
(praise)
reserved for saviors and secret healers,
is your name
within me.
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