Lying static
fuzzy station
airy
radio noise
near ears

you can hear
late night
bird spark

ruined by
caresses
of the truth

that your eyes
want to love me
and melt

in pity
at acceptance
of circumstance

dance with
a wheezing ghost
at a seance

your molten fire danger sign
has me on the floor
in smoke-asphyxiated
yeas.

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