breath fails me like dying horses falling from the sky,
like the last echo in the wild wood.
basil flowers fall onto our hair on the empyrean road
as the myriad knives rotate in my stomach.
looking for holes left by firefly flashes in the night.
a drunken clamor. a clumsy clasping.
i will love you 'til the sun splits open like an egg.
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