search of source
shaking sanity
to open valves of blood flow
black and white waddling
into red explosion
pumping through
the courses
of not dead
spots on the tempest
of canvas
splays, adds the dredging
of days dwindling, with
every breath departing
closer homeward
ever grateful
one's own bed
to the rest
there is nearly
every color
lends a light
never weary
infinite solving
points a pinhole
through black night
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