Become
more careful now
certainty
as you call out to a place "home"
profess a body "love"
a lucky twig snap "God"
or scream "hell" in days of vexing obstruction
for in the carving of language, the cut never comes clean unto itself again
and there is little one can do
in the way of cemeteries
for a thought made hyper-real in word.
No, very little indeed.
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