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my teeth chatter, crooked and unforgiving
as my bones fold themselves into the most twisted of shapes
and like the oldest tree i stand, weakly,
bending and snapping in the air of the pending autumn.

my body is a maze i remain in, my skin
puckering as it bleeds into falsely white sheets.
i greet myself in the mirror that hangs on a wall
by the buzzing light of the television, unknowingly.

in this life i crave absolution and solace,
my raspy voice prays for it at night and somewhere
in a drawer lay books that remain unread
and a God whose name stains my lips.

here i sit in an unnamed room
surrounded by found objects of little meaning.
i search for a way to get back to my vivid dreams,
to when time and space collided and i understood how.