flat on my back

flat on my back

with the rich blueness ebbing in

out I roll

curled inward

with the scents of morn floating over

under I stretch

upright in motion

with the salts of work flowing

trickling, clinging

down I bend

in my flattened ebbing, curled floating,

uprighted flowing, trickling, clinging

bended i gently undulate with the waves of my internal workings

in a wrestling of unacceptance

outside of my touch, my sway

I hunt the splintering horizon of tomorrows

building on forward rocky steps

hindered by yesterday's tethers

or balanced


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if I avoid the unsightly, the inappropriate, that negates the bulk of my living and leaves me straining in falsetto. damn the unseemly.
the four legged beast plunges off course
the light rains come