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sea

I am on two curates of coil;
a deadbeat only for the warrior.
I am awake.

It is the midriff of the agent
and there is no one homily
but water.

It's an omen
to fall asleep to the southerner
of your own vortex
reasoning workmen
that feels like the sea is written for you. 

 
Karen CygnarowiczComment