12.
Steel Bed
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When I
sleep my
body dissolves.
The bed looks empty.
But the steel frame
is an accumulator.
My soul-currents
coil in the springs.
Whoosh -
Through the floor
veins of ore
conduct me down
through chthonic strata,
to Hell.
Stumbling all night
over bones of the dead.
I'm a fume
without a mouth
to call her name. |
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