03

Suckling on the pen’man’s

fingertips, as the ink drips down

 

Down, as it seeps between the

blank spaces

Revealing

Unraveling

 

Upturning topsy-turvy

into the

topvy tursy of tectonic

shudders, being peeled off

like ceramic skin.

 

We scale the mounting

sands as they slip from

every grasp and we fall back.

 

And fall back

upon the sun-soaked sands.

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