miniature
raze through deepening dusk
sacred lichen swells
tendrils of withered life
cold and moist
each porcelain facsimile
a stone between my shoulder blades

i stack the figurines
and blow flint into flame
to warm this wild wind
and grant sight
to the chipped globes
that swell inside my ceramic skull
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what's it to you?
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