Eleven

Case gambles
and life empties from his father's arms

the room lights flick and stick on glass
and cheap

night

Case burns his eyes

and he sways and slowly lifts up into the hot dark and blind

Case breaks the roof and begins to carve the arc 
moment by moment apart

and not see

away and there

breaking shaft on shaft

enkindling black forming birds
one after one after one
brushing whisper onto whisper
and the world breathes

Case snaps his cuff to the call
and clocks the show

his father his hand his father
his hand and counts the reeds in the band

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