Unwound

once i came upon that time
my bones come hollow
my hollows brined
I saw my goal
ultimate unwind
each part apart
I am this wing
that mash of fur
the space between
each bloody vine
and within this soup
of flesh and wine
this mix of meat
flat and whole
sapping strength
separated from kind
within its grace
each piece at peace
a sense of calm
in found defeat
I’ve found my place
now is my time.

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