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I remember watching a video
once, about repeating words enough times
such that they stop making sense
and become hieroglyphs

So I repeat: death,
death, death, death
death death death death death
death death death death
death death death
death until my ears
hollow out

but now death is a hieroglyph
it’s the sound of beeping
tubes sucking out the hollows
into the “third bag”,
nurse says.

mom says you were supposed
to be baptised today
“Easter Sunday, the
Father’s revival.”

Things go unsaid.

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