again i am shaken
some convulsive shock
where can’t or won’t are equal
eagerness is satisfaction
shovel in the ditch
deranged depressed
tied in knots
stranded in your mirror
blink itch and dig
my anger sickens
and laughs
i keep confirming it
even bereft
all nights are stunning
the binds slowly lessen
leaving me free and
alone with ghosts
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