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I am dead/I am this soil

an obscure

passage

between awareness

and deeply sleep

my nails dig,

my blood

stains

the soil

and I want

to become

this soil

I don't want to/recognize

the pain,

the loss,

the guilt,

the fail

I just want to...

to bury myself

below this soil.

I'm becoming this soil, nothing will remain...

I just want to bury myself... below this soil.