sad day draft

some say:

nothing, muttering, the crossroads 

exorcism lanes, little wonder

uterus swimmers, speak for us. accused?

untie the faultlines/the clouds are spiritless

I sing a hymn from the earthborn church 

and prowlers lurched, like unshingled spines

crack and shatter

an angel: heavens flatterer

its a sad day for all I gather 

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