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the hydrogen glow
takes eight minutes to reach me

it passes through the atmosphere
and then through my rib cage

heaven has tear ducts 
that leak
like garbage bags

black sleep 
rotting at the bottom of wishing wells

amphitrite floating dead
in her brine

but you're you
you're always you

flickering in and out of this place 
and of the butterfly eyelash
iris' going supernova

to lay waste
to this wretched world