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Ergo

i’m torn
in many

wonder ways
captive held.

Scalding seas
narrow channels
heights
below
surfeit ever
changing seasons
finding mark/steady

back against
chest …
contact surface
shot to shit
with sweet
nostalgia ….

one single look of
‘wonder why’
exchanged …

or was it
simply

sad … ?

contact!!?

spark !!!
breath alive ?

pre-existing
existence

lives!!

floating
grains of sand

fresh water

secrets wash ashore;

light, new !

anon …

Light changes sight …!

Light changing site … !

Light,
no longer held

captive … takes

flight …

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