center_stone
raze
the
ring
comes
out
of
a
cabinet
already
made
. primordial
ooze
wrapped
in
domed wire.
you
ask
for
a
blue
topaz.
what
slides
into
the
head
looks
more
like
a
sapphire
to
me
.
something
to
leave
in
the
place
where
she's
buried
.
but
no
grave
will
hold
a
body
that
still
breathes.
with
glass
embedded
in
her
face
and
a
heart
heavy
with
god
,
she'll
go
on
living
,
each
day
of
her
life
one
more
cleft
in
a
quilt
of
collapsing
tissue
that
won't
be
torn
open
.
she's
an
assemblage
of
all
that's
failed
to
end
her
. aren't
we
all
?
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from