13 July 2012

73. bn interrogation if eschatology

It can pass through mother's
blood, like blue eyes,
or intelligence, or wide hips.

Some days, he thinks that,
given time, everyone will carry
this story in their blood, and no one
will tell or hear it.

His voices drip like a window.
His pulse crests in blue-veined eyelids.
He blinks that he is drowning.

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