Tallest Blade of Grass
Rekindle guilt—
you stoke fires in me;
is my immodesty unbecoming?
Taller than so as to fall first—
Why are you afraid
to quench inner thirsts?
Severed heads on pikes for teaching—
you waltz on in front of me;
Pools of blood fargone from inconvenient.
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i like the sense of this… overshadowed in shadow..
or some coming darkness..