that moment
smash/merge our skulls
our brains our thoughts our bodies
our tomorrows and our yesterdays
do it now before this moment is passed
and we lay back away back where
our breaths are hard annealed
call me those names that fervour bites
white on lips to screw our eyes as
white on lips to screw our eyes as
tight as our beating chests
heaving in unison with time’s always
was and as we know now
will always be
do it now
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