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
Matthew the Oxx 