A Plathian Wobble

Seratonin

In lost flecks, a sinless wondering

I flee years

 

Crumpling pillows

Light, and

Thrusting onto white

Pillars

 

People, shipwrecked people

Our colliers gone

Grey, injected

 

Stamina coughing sand and

I go on prowling

Arching

Selling

 

Brothered eyes

Unfeared. Napes rub

Beacons in their laughter

 

Plates, or spikes

Threshing

 

Copying out a mile by rote

Resting at crowds

 

Make my skin a leash

Grace

In kin, just smile

 

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