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let's gosusurrous, the whispers you formwhen you become citrus and starshaped, ladlingthose lightyear sheep, fishing forwords that bob and slipbefore they sinkin; we are, we arefreeyou remind methat we are, we are; hawkish and sun-scorched,diced and divided, pilgrims scurrying throughcement-swollen grocery stores with salmon-boneshelves plying meat, boxed fruit and rectanglecheeses and lines built to breathe all the sameway - but we are, weare free, youremind me of cinder-sky puddles and desertswhere the very stones are pilgrims,the hand raised to fend off lemon lightand so makes a web -the rope burn in your eyesdoes shine so -so tomorrow, no,tonight, let's,let's go
long nightcome, come what may; the nightis lean and our fingers are fat, candleclay stubs wrapped roundwine bottle necks,swapping lipstick with that cold winecold sweat - tang of metal clanging round our round mouths,cistern of words that turn to limeas soon as they are bleached out come, come what will,we say, tumble up the yard and into the morninga barbeque growls into lifein the shadows, little ghouls with the plum-meat of their eyes drawn down and voices like wet cement being scritched, scratch their feet