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reverberance of
connection, amplified..

in pockets
of quiet,

as heart blossoms
unsilent,

cased in
chicken wire-

twisting
and crumbling–

uncluttering
escape..

from mind’s
useless mumbling.

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dear drill, toothy
drill-

rattlin’ skull
still..

in chamber of
respite

your grind
bites

most
desperate.

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sir rooster mounts
farm table,

mute, with proud
intent–

bold, for beast
so quiet,

feathers fan bed’s
drowsy brood-

rousing but
seldom
rude.

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summon spring,
quick!

‘fore we
fade into forget,

winter wheezes til
shivers sieze
breath-

grinding time
forth..

sundial tilted
north.

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In Holding

chewed pencil is
grasping

to each line I’m
writing

this raft built
of stained
glass

shattered
in life’s hands.

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rather get
real-

than be
right

is
the lever

that heightens or
lowers

soapbox of
speaker–

peering up
to..

leer down
at..

so little eye
to eye–

a poor excuse
to not
try.

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coping
or crutching

midst copious
munching

in
kitchen–

on
throne–

too full of
alone..

fasting, then
grasping

at sweet
highs

are
crashing..

the flavor’s not
lasting!

no grinding while
sleeping,

less waking..
repeating.

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