all your openings

opening now to you
your new life your old

old life resprung
of waves and pulses

across warm wet
fields at night

of this of this
hurt of opening

we sing up disaster
opening still

eyes and pores
backlit with perception

of death the peeling back
of warm wet paper

from old walls
singing disaster

opening waveforms
into a woods

where you are open
peeling back as death

open as warm wet paper
lighted with perception

from old walls
waving with disaster

hurt of old wet walls
a lighted waveform

opening the waves
the pulses of fields

at night this open paper
pulling shapes of eyes

and pores new life in pulses
of waved walls collapsing lighted

as that kiss in waves and pulses
that tells all of collapses

of fields of waves
only this truth waving

of you wanting
what I want, like paper

to be here
in the same fields wanting

collapsing now
in light
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