Warm Iron.

I, the chess game
Knocking at light
Nibbling at day

The horsemen I love
The king
The queen
The pawn

In sickness for sickness

How I love kings

Knocking at rooms
The fingers in rooms
The game of chess

I, the sleep game

How I love the pawn

I, I

The begging game

I beg
Oh beautiful

Leave me with full rooms
Your black marks
Leave them
How do you not cease
And ceasing!
And seizure!
And all your relentless frames

I Love

You are knocking
My rooms are you
My static

The mountains
The feel

I am for your pounding sounds
I, the game of sound
And it’s ceasing
And I seize it

The rooms you filled
Stand enbalmed
And all my walls
There
Your container
Spiral and bound

You
Holding my peices
Churning in victory

I, but I,

Holding your soul
Walled in wording
Stronger than your dark territories

I am all your color
You are my warm iron

Warm Iron.

Humming

Chicago, United States

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