My Sullen Craft

Words are just things

I use to develop

A world,

No better or more terrible

Than this one…

They're dim letters

I use to draw

An image,

Cross covering

Shadows of torment

With drops of downpour.

I'm not in charge

In any case, broke,

My words

Broken as well,

They come out as wails

What's more, I let them—

Let them

Tumble to the ground

Where everything

Dim and numb has a place.

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