whose eyes are wavey,
loading heavy my own
’til, fallen, i break from her
in chance some pull gives reason ‘nough
for speech or sight
lost on insecure sea,
while i, the floater,
hope not ‘ be seen
as, soon, i may
hold
toward movement
from any spoiled
&
nb
sp; ‘lations
linger’d
and find way
from stance
in
darted-sway
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