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Shafer Hall

Ah, it never takes very much
to get inside; just a tiny-width
elegant shell protects us guts
from the ever-expanding
universe; "inside" and "outside"
are never so very different.

Semi-colon membranes never
deny very much between sentences
like: Blood is blue-colored
until it hits the oxygen. and:
The dead stink up the air. I
never want to touch them.

Periods never end anything
properly. We are always left
nervous, or worse bemused
by the fact that we two
sentences sometimes share
things freely but never always.

In tight knots people talk
in hushed tones about strokes,
but blood flows freely enough,
they never remember that.
The pale egg of my body will never
hold on to its contents forever.

Shafer Hall

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