Aquiesce from New Abrasions by Receive

show me what distance is
cast this body outward

we hear skin blooming
and see pollen in the air
we looked on from strands, fragments, dust
a vanishing lake
a bird's neck
the broom's resting place
the knife's blind spot
the plains go back to dreaming

through a pinhole, there's so much rot
anchors to be swept aside
down a trap door, there's so much space to breathe
I am through breathing

beneath, behind
inside each point
a stain pressed into form
collapsing toward us
above for so long

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Est. 2009

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