you call your flaws

innumerable

(faults so many they lie uncounted)

and in your ribs they ricochet back and forth

and up again.

your very chest is a tremor:

(wide-awake galaxy unfolded beneath translucent skin)

and comets built of fears

dart between your lungs

filling you with trembles,

belaboring your breath.

inklings of doubt crawl up your throat

and rest

on the back of your tongue,

devouring every word you try to speak.

and your milky blinded eyes

(once bright in light,

the very sun and sky)

blink empty underneath dark-drawn eyebrows.

and your thin hands reach out and out

(clawing, sightless)

fingertips discovering space and space...

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