Flies littered over the roof
Waking from winter
Across the new light
Covering over the cold
Speckled stones from
Catacomb sleep
Deep in dusk and dawn
The sun splinters black
Green springing
To the subtle touch
Of warmed dry
Air passing up
Flies in a whirl-wind
Unstuck
Weightless disaster
Only to fall again
Up and around as fleck-ed
Flesh
That glows red
In lumen
Hidden to the dark
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