Untitled Qualm

The corpse

Unmasked

Bathed in bliss

Moon is rising

Like a cyst above the headlight

Quiet kiss

Unto the night I am reposed

Amidst the death of human bones

That chill beneath my rugged feet

I am not far from which I speak

Among the swirling, scattered sheets

That blanket all but what I need

And to a quiet, cold defeat i am:

The smoke that exits slow

The calm composure

Outer bones

A ghost, I am.

Reposed.

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