what do you do when
your mind is no longer a fist

when clumsy typing turns
your crowd into crows

and they steal your last
guttering candle

when the salt of the earth
rises up in a poisonous wind

and you start shedding your skin
at odd moments

it’s time to stop living
in the future

find a wilderness
where many things can kill you

in love

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