Agreeing to be denizens
must be burning all
we can see together,
empty out your old circles
and climb into the carriers
lining your mouth with carpet.
Exit wounds lead some
where they always needed
to be. From here the entire
world looks like a wild pair
of open legs, blinding
and as global as the sea.
Midway through the kill
you realized you held
the sword.
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