old juan (a trifle)

there in the nude blank light
no arms to stretch right round
and tightly fret together
or slip under to a soft haze,
I fill my eyes with discernable shadows
and brave the outside sounds.
in this, the batter, howls and
scything, I am
one step closer to death.
god yes I am really alive.

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