Sunday, August 12, 2018


My transcriptive dailiness
Comprised the wilder country
Of dancing but afflicted

Bodies in the joking but
Devastated mind.
The lavender fog comes
For everyone with

Or without words. Keats
Lived like you did, with dying
As a propellant
That compressed his gift

Until it burst. Affliction
Devoured me more leisurely,
Giving me time to transcribe.

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