Finality: Farewell To 2011
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Mark R Slaughter
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Pain pulses as a breath
Drawing down,
Pulling on the nerves,
Dragging on the conscious mind.
Nimbostratus clouds heavy in their death-cue
Hang above the bed.
I spoke to Him,
Staring at the deep:
We stared our stares,
Connected.
We met,
Compromised;
Warm blankets covering
The pain to keep it well inside me;
And as I writhed,
I bled the strain.
We’re now at one –
Artists drawn together
Needing one another
Though this will be forever.-
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