Before the dawn

We cannot be blamed for the beauty that drips, sickly from our lips, locked in time, tongues seeking approval from the future, straining into each others openings, seeking the affirmations of our own frailty, seeking completion of anxiety in exchange for more anxiety, a commingling of fluid from our loins and our dreams in a slurry of sorrys, a smoothie full of self to donate and digest together.  The product is a place, a carriage, a structure made of sounds and moments, murmurs and skin, where we live in changing fear, together, supplicants to destiny, warriors of erosion, slipping, building, breaking and making our beds before the dawn.





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