©2022 Michael Raven
stars fell cuthands
too sharp to wear
daisychained safety blades
kissing rusted edge nicks
jagged to bones bliss
hold this clockwork
heart mine losing time
wumpadumpthrum slow keening
faith receding and
let those sleeping dogs die
sceadugenga 
I get the feeling of being on the edge here; of being oversensitive to everything and looking for a way out. Moving words.
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