birds of necks bent
dead fish breath
heaven under the bed
already dark and dusty
before the storm
before you close your eyes slept
the past
a word
a rusty ring
marked with a cross
a box of old clothes
inherited
from your parents
stickiness
sweat
sleep
safety-poisons your memory
scent of fire
smell of weed
long lent
without praying
a prayer without fasting
there is a sentinel
to the front of the house of conscience
someone who keeps you away
something that doesn't allow you to pass
beyond -a pack of trusted dogs wait
you will to tell them who to attack
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