...a sun bounces off my shell
the rained on attempt to hide
the damage, the hurter from
inside my back is full of resin
and knots from a black apple tree
all the rivers show a new face
with old teeth and lips that
suck the failed light all this
makes me walk like a deep sea
diver grubbing in the silt of
sudden waves that soak the
drinking loam of a failed birth
as a sun bounces off my shell..
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