SKY
Cramped about
my
head
admits happy
tokens
beyond what
air of
solitude lies
under this
cloud
blanket of
flat regard
wasting by
time
mornings float
standard reductions
safe bets
buckled or
sewn across
lightening
frowns
clutch
from fanned
tenderness to
my place
I
get up
breeze through
off-white
out the
detail
again these
border mists
thoughts pass
my body
line-like
gives directions
molts lightly
aches
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