can't you tell I'm dangerous? (Secret Invocations in a Closed Room, the second)


Dear night dear shade dear executioner

Fears: snakes madness falling

The sword has broken over this head

It sure enough gets old
the way we do things

Defend me if you can

- C. D. Wright, [Dear night dear shade dear executioner] excerpt (full version here)

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