they keep on hustling down the poles and sunsets
asking for their dues
you don’t remember
so you reach out for your gun
but the gun isn’t real
neither are the dues
and nor are them. shadows lengthen from head to toe.
our beautiful bodies shiver
our beautiful minds shiver
some scars aren’t real, a few are
but from a distance,
they all look like all the time the stars can hold.
and rivers turn blue when thunder punches the sky out from head to toe.
our beautiful boats shiver
our beautiful houses shiver
the good earth shivers.
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