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And if I look into yer eyes
I’ll be lookin’ into nothing
Into endless iodine
disinfecting substance
Wordless formless crystalline
empty antiseptic
that flushes smoke out from my mind
and bathes my wounds in silence
That reminds me that I’m alive
and that I am anointed
to the role of Malachi
the man, the martyr: Constant
As the great celestial brine
cooks down to salt & fullness
from the flame that burns bright
Kindled by your kindness
