Saturday, 22 April 2017

Day 9(10)

i had long since renounced
this panting pouncing heart

oh Lazarus, what a fright
from static fingers bounced
some art, it felt right
a jump start, a smite

a tightness from my throat
an anchor from my boat

a brightness
a space to breathe
to clear the lint with dusty heaves

at sea

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