Inside a fluorescent box,
grey-green and dismal,
I slip my hand into a vat of sludge
and spot a glint of snow in my periph'ral.
Awl in hand,
earth in tow,
I seek the thing that binds us
as I wander to the window.
grey-green and dismal,
I slip my hand into a vat of sludge
and spot a glint of snow in my periph'ral.
Awl in hand,
earth in tow,
I seek the thing that binds us
as I wander to the window.
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