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The Wind

from Pobrecito by Self Neglect

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The wind walked across the floor to where I was lying,
And I swear it took the form of something else.
Hidden in the dark, a cloud that blocked the stars,
a force of constant consumption finds itself.

Heat rises from the basement,
but by the time it arrives,
just a breeze.

Instead slinking low across the floor,
a common spider or nightmare,
just a draft under the door.

The soft scalp will yield
caking nails with skin
an oily powder birthed
by the notion of long hours spent alone.

It drags on before me
without having been lived.
This fear models premonition
in its infancy.

A broken organ not yet built.

An advantage yet to come.

For now just a sense that I am where I’m not.

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from Pobrecito, released November 18, 2016

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Self Neglect Albuquerque, New Mexico

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