should i put my trust on paper     thin slices of prayer     slices of people      paprika      same

green as your eyes      open in worship      open like my mind      open like the wound i etched     

out of flesh     small rose of woe      pale petals slit     tears from thin slices of water     from

the last drowning      in obscure and faded sunsets drifting     sounding sad songs that won't

fade      sometimes i just float     just float      and sit up when the familiar      passes by     then

dive deeply into that trench      of darkness where safety lurks     cool welcome    happy trench

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