take a breath
and let the cool of night
settle in on your back
make the new vision hopeless
and come out renewed
when the variant tombs open case
and the dry death of limbs splays open
with ancient breath
with ancient breath
children of anger call on your name
while catacombs and undergraves
keep shaking chains still
can you hear volatile and virile
can you hear reticence and reptile
oh the very things that make men shake
the very things that push him to the edge
and what is it that all the world
worries about at night?
When the quiet sets in
and the earth slows down—
dead things have made a home in our souls
and we shake and moan
we hide and groan
because we are scared of ourselves.
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