Sweep

Sweep

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The floor you walk on is smooth.

There is no ground there.

Magic begins with blood.

Outside, there are trees,

With concrete under their roots.

But I have passed the tombs of kings,

Regaled them with pacing,

checked bins for food and wrappings.

I have scoured the seas for miles,

cloaked my face with ash.

My fingertips opening,

accepting my time.

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes

For me, I am your sorrow

Calling in your dreams

For me, I am your shadow

Howling in the streets

Tomorrow, I will walk the streets

And steel myself for the familiar.

Your eyes

Will not settle, a hunger.

You re be happier in your grave.

When we meet, share stories,

you stretch me. I see,

I see a semi-circle of teeth.

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes

For me, I am your sorrow

Calling in your dreams

For me, I am your shadow

Howling in the streets