in my book-word of sea. the letters blackened
as though a crab carrion — sprawled out
on its slicky lingual waves:
there is a slip to the bottom of a riverbed
submerged, crushed by the froth of time
pilgrimaged by the monsoon
while the fate is a word
aboveboard — sail on my body
rowing its own letters
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
in my book-word of sea. the letters blackened
as though a crab carrion — sprawled out
on its slicky lingual waves:
there is a slip to the bottom of a riverbed
submerged, crushed by the froth of time
pilgrimaged by the monsoon
while the fate is a word
aboveboard — sail on my body
rowing its own letters
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