Thought, Guilt

I use my brain

said the dog

so it can’t touch me here

this moment when the other minds rush

almost stop breathing

in the push for the lightness

a freedom from the shrieking points

I’ve heard masters call guilt,

men standing at the door,

watching as the rest slip past

wondering if it will still be bright out

when they wake up.

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