Gone as it gets

Give me that which hurts the most
That splendid thing you can’t ignore
I’ll chisel your imperfections upon
The perfect rock & skip you across
The stream & watch you sink in
Circles concentric spreading your
Panic diminishing as an echo what
Say you to sharp edges cutting
Paper thin incisions that no one
Feels but you that no one sees
& no one understands fainter &
Fainter your
          hair floats like sea
          sprouting diamonds



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