just so that I could
keep spouting poetry
to myself in the dark
of hidden poetry journals.
there came a chisel
unto the flesh of my heart
today.
examine the date
and remember what it is
during these times:
the abject punishment
of yourself
for unpreventable,
unlooked for damages
and a sick sense
of trust gone green
with rust.
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