The depth of suicide

She cried upon the middle of.  Freedom     A.  Stuttering.   Lapse.    She cried then the stuttering
Sound that lied.   Amongst
         A
Burial sweep a debated kidnapping

The child


Into a coffin in the
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            R
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  Deeper suffocating
              R
                 O
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                              D

Oxygen starved like the televisions African child
Glued on flies upon eyelashes
They murdered me
Sons of a stitch in time
Double bass getting D e e p
E.R
Calling me in the spine of an ambulance
A poetic scribe I even fail to prescribe

An unmarked grave
A time a tomb a collapsed inward sail amongst the continents rib of souls
The billion trillion inner cerebral new born baby delivery
I hauled my sorry ass in the get away stallions tied amongst the grocery store livery

And so in black
 And white we abscond and run
                                                 And.
                And

          Beneath the




Depth of suicide. The trunk of the tree

            The regrets of yo masta

          And now finally free.