Form on that jet-ski
Your messing with my horizon
And I can't avoid wandering how the water copes
Under your vibrations
Pumps and peaks of power
Like a plane
Or a mower
Or a heavy drill
Or any other human smear
On a human view of tranquil

You used your strength
And your arms
To destroy the final space
That fell between you
And me

And in a depth of my chest
It felt like a sheet of snow
Had slipped over a roof edge
And silently fallen
On snow below

Today: A Paperclip
Continuously and seamlessly complementing and complying with myself
Bending solely to hold something foreign as whole
With a surety of security
And right angled refine

Unless the load is too much or too smooth or not right
And in leaning the lines some part
Or some whole
Sideways makes escape
From skewed hold
Shiny soundness
Will surely soften
And the Paperclip appeal will reveal
To be as paper thick as any
Continuous and seamless
Paperclip in a Paperclip ***

Maybe tomorrow warrants
The hopeful and overly capable Staple.

Pushed to pillow
This morning
With musty dusted eyes
Your face was soft all over
But by lunchtime
It's all corners
And by nightfall
I'm petitioned with bruises

My grievance clearly
An accomplishable item
On your to-do list

Now your fighted lightening brightens defeats
Your off-White Knight thunder frightens me
This hiss from those lips of this person I've missed
Tightens kissing fists of a ****** horizon seen
Mist heightened
I do not wish to be enlightened
I do not hope to hear your throat excitened
Around sounds that expound my stuttering ground
Or surround a thousand profoundly aroused frowns
By all counts by now they hound
My surmounting cloud
My sound impound

Say stray failures are bound round  brain behaviours
Claim they wound down your feigned brave nature
These sharp verses start to form  disturbing curses
Hearts should favour a saviour of more deserving or curbing regalia

Critical, it's **** literal
It's typically, empirically, egotistically pivotal
I pine to hide inside a hurst of worse design
I am not diacritical
I cannot align my mind with a realistic vine
Of my own bemoaned confines
And now this line of finely timely chides

I'm dumb and undone
Numb hums begun
When this thunder does bedizen you,
The lightening does enlighten, true
But the prices are not my vices rightened for you,

I've surmised a prize of a more biting view
It might be right to lose sight
Of the delights of tonight's plights
I slight fights
I blight contrite bending
But this ripe, spiteful spate of trite infights trending
Indicts a tending
Benights, invites, ignites a new intending
A descent now rendered impending; an ending

You're making me so hollow my ribs are giving out
And caving in.
Now
Make me a promise I haven't thought of yet.

This hole in my chest is up to my shoulders.
Anchor me with that thick substance
That fills all these others whom remain on the ground.
Impart what I lack,
Pull me down,
Push your words in my mouth or your eyes through my lashes,
Put your fist in the growing gap underneath my throat
And with your fist in this spacious
bloodied chest,
Something will move.
You, who has words and fists and eyes,
Made for intrusion,
Somewhat like,
Me,
You, who theoretically completes,
Me,
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