squinting under-seeing polished feet
perfumed language misdemeanors
truly with no voice i speak
i ask no mercy upon this anthill
my burial is somewhere deeper
it shallow pools my face to light
imperial antique luminous flesh
raising against the starless voices
coined frowning the wide eyed negotiable
i am me i am tomorrow
the salt web crossing floors
sea latching veins to trickle
child managing this truth of mine to shepherd
while the rest of you draw lines proofing promises
i stand here wishing for nothing more than the blood clotted miracle
Masterfully done
Thank you
This is so smooth, interconnected and vivid…brilliant huge applause, Mari
Thanks Dave
Incredibly visceral and seamless. Great job, Mari!
Thank you Millie
What are you talking about, child? I got lost here.