Sweep (Jim Rivers Vox)

Sweep
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The floor you walk on is smooth.
There is no ground there.
Magic begins with blood.
Outside, there are trees,
With concrete under their roots.
But I have passed the tombs of kings,
Regaled them with pacing,
checked bins for food and wrappings.
I have scoured the seas for miles,
cloaked my face with ash.
My fingertips opening,
accepting my time.

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes

For me, I am your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I am your shadow
Howling in the streets

Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar.
Your eyes
Will not settle, a hunger.
You re be happier in your grave.
When we meet, share stories,
you stretch me. I see ,
I see a semi-circle of teeth.

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, I am your sorrow
Calling in your dreams

For me, I am your shadow
Howling in the streets