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out upon the carousel
that once you would despise
of vivid pain
that dig and push and reach
and when it deigns to stop
who you might be
around the edges of your face
you cannot know
so touch and feel the skin
and feel that gentle rain
until they scrape
atop your skull
to test the limits and
against the bone
extremities
of where this canvas
comes to rest
but now have joined
from violence overhead
in such a rough- scratched tone
in robbed identities
and peeling names
that rocks and echoes
that you could swear
were never yours
some fall dead- or close as
through the space
The music swells through you
The music vomits from you
that was your mind
The music calls a name
that through the tears
