Aug/11

27

Ole

Please make me maker
make me more, make it hurt
if it must.
Make me holy, make me scratch
make it bleed
make it never coming back

I hold you, with passion stored as barking, binding of tremors
& pulling of levers I didn’t know I had

Anymore will I be able to call to you?
Our separation is thick like blood, like fog,
like me. bring it onto me
lay your burden in my shoulders with no surety, my capabilities
and I will stand. Naked, hounded but rooted in your air.
Breathing like fire prior to ash
This night is in blaze, and they,
will find me,
intact

gently. Say it mean. Whisper like white noise
Methods don’t matter this whole vessel will hear you,
Intact &,
sublime,
shaking with terror and/or…
might.

By my will I give you one option, only:
make me maker

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