041612

my sadness grew legs. they ran in the great expanse, slipped over spilt ink and words, purpling the shins. they tripped over the absence, wounding the knees
and a thousand times more its blindness assisted the falling
and a thousand times more it stood up
until sadness reached the superlative
and the blinking stars bore witness to its folly

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