it is to the earth
what a fever is to the body
marvel at the splendor
found in the efficacy of
the illness
a grave stone left blank
a value placement
a loose association
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it once was that i gave the vagrant
by the storefront
pocket change, or a bit to eat.
the eyes belonging to me
and the eyes belonging to him
rose and fell not unlike a dance
but perhaps more like a gesture
and at their apex
a point in space housing
a glimpse of a fragment of a connection
yet that came to pass
and now at night i too pass
the same vagrant
perched between the ridges of
a set of buildings
by what transpiration
of hidden deeds
did the cold creep between us
he is here and i too
but no more is it that
i give the vagrant by the storefront
anything that occupies my pocket
nor anything to occupy his stomach
a friendship collapsed with a death
