damage collects itself
in its limitless instances -
you ought to know this
but you have too many
wounds to pay attention
so I can't scold you,
or I won't;
but -
you don't get
forever
to figure it out;
death and dying follow
all this damage
follow even the crystalline security
of a bogomil spirit world; -
so,
older than the name I wear
and older than the memory of
the feeling of my self
I wonder at those wounds,
the ones which neither kill,
nor heal in due time...
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