Without Air

I’m the one without

I’m the one above

Poison oak: a veil

Stalled in statured time

Midnight, Midnight

Death by drapery

Upright-held

Turning over stones

Shacks and shackled homes

Finding solitary ground

No stance

Losing ground from isolation

Last chance

Die from beneath

Of roots of trees

Of smoke of fumes

Of chimney sweeps

Coughing from the smoke

And smoking from the cough

Inhaled more than expected

Lack of patience exceeds

Lack of dignity reached

Lack of karma breached

Sanctuary burial ground: breeding, seeding, leaching

Fed.

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