hollow curve

each morning
i do not waken
i claw my way
from the husk
this bonedust
effigy newborn
into an unfamiliar
abundance of
blinding stimuli
with the faintest
this has all
happened before

driven forth by
hunger and need
as synapses misfire
in an array of
undulating emotion
uncertainty sweet
in sanguine soliloquy
as waves crash along
the hollow curve of
a penitent heart

each night
i slowly dessicate
pouring my love
into the uncaring
ceiling as my
swollen skull splits
a melon of borderline
myopic dreamthistle
spilling out in a
pungent malaise
of graveside flowers
wilted on an ocean
of unrequited dismay


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