peter jerrim

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temple blocks
mounted on nothing
nothing backward

an allegorical
monk song
singing itself, because

then there was a hole
in your chest
as in daylight

as in
my hand
went through

it was the
20th
century, right?

at
close
range

i was next to you
to push you, help you
my hand went

through you
was i not ready for this?
there was a flute

worth
playing
but the wind

took too long to learn
its infratheme
occluding

and that bolt of cloth
quiet of course
then