Darkscreen from Downward by DOWNWARD

One left in the kit
Circled in void from where it sits
Blows off to the ridge
Future gets further down the list
Sutures and gauze for where it hit
One more for the kids
Calls up the moths
That buzz across the room
To lift
The covers onto you
Pinned under a car
Drips down the lines and onto me
Plumes up when it starts
Return to
When you said it
And it sticks
And the numbers are all fixed
Just enough to lose
By the time it gets to you
You’re red from all the damage to your wires
It’s settled when a hand is raised up high
Fire into the fog and hope it pays to recall
We’re settled
Begging for the message to remind
But never learned a lesson in your life
Just jump side to side and move back and forth
A sign for what’s in front
A fast pull
In a styrofoam convertible
A cracked skull
From all the hell you bent
The way the course ends
Too dark to underline
Taste importance
And be gone for all the ride

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