All I know is

the burn never stops burning

the ache never stops aching

and when one part of the body dies

ten thousand bodies rise up to fall headlong into that cold hole

We think we’re alone

and sweet Jesus, we are

But what amazes me

even in the witch’s hour roll call

when the clock ticks like soldiers

and black is a cavern I look about owlishly

and the lungs stay asleep

though the brain is not

I know

someone is praying

and I watch her watching me

and that thread

eye to eye

is my undeserved salvation.

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