to explain to you who cannot see,
the cloy, the quantity of water, tasks, and other
hurts, that fit into af day. the moment
your feet slide into mud, with one word.
heard , read, imagined, the sentence dives and plays
whole, yet as days move on, flotation occurs,
buoys, slowly we face back to sea , swim on.
either that or drown.
sbm.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
to explain to you who cannot see,
the cloy, the quantity of water, tasks, and other
hurts, that fit into af day. the moment
your feet slide into mud, with one word.
heard , read, imagined, the sentence dives and plays
whole, yet as days move on, flotation occurs,
buoys, slowly we face back to sea , swim on.
either that or drown.
sbm.
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