Canon

The foundation; my Rock
And the sediments of decay,
Burial grounds of the dead
Where I lay next to you.

Speaking into worms
And flies;

Gutted;

The arms that once held you
Shattered bone,
We rot together.

Here beneath the heavy soil,
Waiting patiently.

Pursuing the past in endless dreams,
As if desire could awaken the beast;
Growing colder with a half life,
No longer able;
To breathe.

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