nature in its body
i have no mouth and i must scream
my body is flaking away with each withering seam
as i am carried away by these swift arms of the desert into the everlasting horizon
at the edge of this earth
i can fall
i can tumble
timidly arise only to fall again
and again
hopeless as my muscles relax
fearful as the pain settles in
a newfound vice: comfort
it sinks and it stays
it smells and it hurts
but i'll keep it with me
maybe it will help me make the noises i can't articulate.
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