Wrapped in Trembling Skin
Wrapped in trembling skin,
my throbbing nerves
synapse
to chaos, pain, and pleasure
to permeation of
sensation.
Fear or joy
compounds
the fall of day.
Night
fills my eyes
light fails
in the lowering sky.
Clouds
pile high, tear
to tatters, shred
vapors scudding over
grey hills.
There
I see my self-
made
hell.
poem by Steven Federle
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