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The Last Resolution

Her toes are numb
She cannot recount
The evening’s footprints

Words twist the tongue
She grinds

She knows the man
With his teeth
The mark he dared to leave

The clearest blue
Is deceiving
Cast your eyes away
The red light
On his skin

Here come the foray
and then –
The suffering sleep

He is awoken to his party –
and the appointment he must keep.

Jesse Brjoz.