how did you get in

how did you get in

your bare soul moulds

in the screaming tunnel

how would the wind whip

your self not there

but there in the leaves circling

how did you get out of the dark jet

uncouple from that carrier bag of blood

was you getting on ok

your breath is my tired whisper

and your voice risen as thermals buoying

how is it treating you

your nerves cry at winter’s sting

and how are you now my child

snuffle your name through my closing canal

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