wrapped in blankets smothered
drowning out the outside
bounded and soundless
heaven to the tortured ear
unaccepted permeant loss
worn like the albatross
neck broken swinging
shit pouring out on deck
whether the man or the fowl
in foul weather
the storm to be weathered
weathered and worn
torn asunder
run afoul
the sickness and its vessel
the alienated and the alienist
reprehensible to the daylight
shining eyes of the common
myself sightless i hide behind parole
to make me meaningful and whole
lend me the last shreds of my dignity
the rest returned in the wind
that final tempest
that mental Charybdis spin
caressing beak and feathers to chest
faithless stinking
shouting the prayer out to
nothing there
sinking
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