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can’t rewind
to 16,

lost most
of 18..

through to 40 were
the shakings
needed
to see

my own face
fade..

into calendar
space

where a day
wasted

..felt like
three.

beyond shadows
i saw

the arrow
flash

as it pieced
wood,..

then flesh-wound
bared

to elemental
breath

in repose..

on dandelions
tickling
lips-

storms at
rest.

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cobalt isn’t my
favorite
color

it’s not even best
blue in the
book

but sound of it spoken is
a feeling worth
painting,

if only to share with
those who feel
color too,

cobalt’s not my
favorite
word..

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kicked the bucket so hard,
i woke harder..

to scraping of nails
on hot tin-

badly dented around
around my
brim,

holding stirred
waters in

as the well
deepens.

“lighten up, take
a load off,”

are you truly so
courteous..

or recommending
weight loss?

it’s hard to tell
in each
case

your grin flakes
of frost,
so..

i’ll assume the best
incase my

trust in us
thaws.

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twisting
rind-

wrung last drop
from the
clock,

first sip passed
me by,

knees quiver..
i’m fine..

but could you
ease off

with busy
talk,

i’m..

Out of Time