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Just pushing throughThrough nights daysBirthing my mind.I needed to be away from the sunAway from the badger corpses.Somewhere between my selvesBreathing through a snorkel.The big fish abovePretending they were aeroplanesMaking contrails from old ribbons.I needed to look deeperTo find the sunken explanationTo examine the wreckage.I kept dreaming my soulTrapped in fingersGreen and ungrateful.There would be troubleMessy business in waterAlways calls for precautions.Soon the muscles would spasmI would sink into peaceOr maybe not.
186 pages, Paperback
Published June 28, 2020
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