flecks
ever dumbening
flecks
of
bone
float
around
a
broken
hip
,
a
ninety-nine
year
old
hip
.
flecks
of
blood
fly
from
a
knife
at
a
neck
;
an
image
of
impermanence
becomes
a
permanent
image
.
flecks
of
water
, thinly
high
above
,
cast
a
vague
shade
,
an
eclipse
-like
shade
on
this
perfectly
halved
day
.
flecks
of
poison
,
self
-inflicted,
swim
inside
now
body
now
mind
.
flecks
of
past
and
(
im
)possible futures
tango
in
last
night's
dream
.
flocks
of
long
-necked
birds
,
white
with
black
wing
bars
,
start
across
the
morning
sun
,
reminding
the
mind
.
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