/ woken by rolling thunderstorms / my heart is rhythmic waves beating inside the rib cave / rain pummels insistent against our van roof so that I can hear it erasing my bones / I disintegrate like sandstone / like a memory / like stars / I am white noise & nothingness / in dreams I am a waterfall / pierce the surface with the beak of a crow / I lie in bed & tumble into the otherworld where guides reach from the ground like deformed trees / branches wither / twisted stumps rattle the black names of old gods / when the morning breaks I stare through the window / count waves / write dreams /
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