Do you have five fingers

without a fist


A hope that lingers

a wanton wish


Do your letters jumble

beneath the words


Does your breath cut off

before it’s heard


Does silence threaten

what can’t begin


With empty horror

begetting sin


Whose grip wraps tightly

o’er digits limp


Your soul indentured

—creation’s gimp


(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

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