until the room is empty
wall to wall
stained and bruised
you engorge
the florid marks
of your bondage
The ecosystem changes down below
in the creek
running shallow
underneath
cathedral ceiling cypress trees
coiled coven snake roots
exhale the stink of decomposing
creatures
fingerling fish
nip dead
skin from my crazing feet
little Vincent lends me his goggles
to retrieve your glasses.
flew off your turn
on the rope swing,
that does not get more complex with age.
we think,
how can we protect this one now
how can we with what little we have
to protect our own
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