Faced with your face
who retains a face?
What eyes are not
dissolved in your flame?
Immolated to
ash-laden air
burdening clouds,
clustered with flocks
livid flame,
blinding as black
Crushed by a weight
I can’t escape
Tremble in dark dense
fingering a way away
From the vocative
voice
that compacts the flesh
wakes decayed corporality
buried
in the still of my palms
sere as a smoking pyre
I feel the brand
Your face fills the hollows of my face
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