Collected Works

Forcing to come to terms with
the wavering awash in sippy steps
serenade to the ones
who longingly
and in cupped hands
pour into a lived up sparkler whirler
of a time which ate up logic
and spit out varying
tippy toe happenings
allotted unto a caste in which
I bail out the salvageable
awkward shaped puzzle pieces
ad illicit a mental overture
killing a shameless maiming
of volatile forms
in suspended animation
moving over to encumber
the sense to which
things will vibrate
show themselves
vacate and die
all at once
and sought to be hanging
end to end

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