i’ve been sailing some rough c’s with one shouldered eye and three arms crossed awkwardly

i’ know my own shadow under the clever waves; reflective, deflective; insinuating film of bent noise


the woes of emotional congress and iron toast~


don’t make my marble roll backwards up course records


skiping aisles to find open windows


on the sil and the slips and savory moments of necked napes and glancing wrists

breezing, fleeting, my quiets of alchemy.

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