Claustrophobia

The dilly-dallying of connected stars,
As April’s mind is closed;
And the closet stocked with all our fears,

To be left cold. And in the dark
Dissecting mice and wolves,
I agree with your
Stigmata wounds,

Christ left contemporary,
An angel in the sky,
Breaking habits.

The foreclosure
Of my love’s last shelter,
As I pick up the remnants of the fire.

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