Marc Blackie
I am the quiet standing
one hand loose and untouchable
relive the sun and feel the caress of
slow the heat that I live
my head unacknowledged.
Within this very large cavity
I plaything atavistic
a pin pace of breathing.
no violation
except the bite of hunger:
you at the bottom of all my world
relief are what I listen to the beat.
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