In the wake.
Within the agonies.
In the numb. The
ache inside a
tooth. Between the
cracks of earth.
The dead moons
before life. The
end of cliff.
In the immaculate
antagonism. At
every friction. An
ounce of misdeed.
Your mother's
needle. The blood
vessels in the eye of
malison. In less than
a second. In
this mortal coil.
If I must list
more, kill me
again, you and
I will see.
There I will
be at every
war. There I
will be. There
you will question
me: have I
began, have
I ended.
Neither.
