iii. 250 days here the walls preach
to show us
bursting us
from dark
heaven us
part
here
we more than
is our glass are in
form
we cleave two
tissue
intoone eyelids pried
frowning splankna we track her
our
bleeds away we knew
yes
what to expect
a new dark
warmth
split
a sun all night
we surge cells in
too soon
to caesareal grin
is the hull deliverance
we know in
by one dilating
waited
that coaxes us
here
here
we too soon
with us
is the atom
let there be
the culling
to
her
we neuron
when all else
let there be
darkly
is the mirror
is the scream
safe passaging us from
sliced scent we brought milk another room a midnight
whose broody light to shine
on me
Gravida borrows language from Psalm 42:7.
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