in twos
pieces of a conch shell
pressing into what could have been
the window
, a shore from which a pondersome look stretches,
taking in a life of plankton
somersaults in unpocketed
grasps, grasps,
grasps at
in twos
the dangling curtain ribbons
squeezing into a present, tense
but firmly shut
darknessings
wherever there is room to crash
upon hundred million forevers of
approach
of approaching
in twos
surgery lines cuddle asphalts
railings shiver while bridging
comingclosers,
left with two sails
afloat, is, there tatters
there tatters
And more plays…
3 months ago
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