I am so bland, parched
and dry; I sleep in
the sands where the
sea laps and strands
of death wrap the depths
of ocean in my mind.
::
{I asked}
the moon for tides
but waves keep
crashing near; I am
tired afraid aching sleeping
{saying}
“leave me alone my darling…
i’m okay; I’m dying,”
and slowly silently blinding.
{those words]
i spake to the wave,
it slapped and lapped at me
waxing and eclipsing the whiteness
{i need to}
wear over my regrets nobody gets
except you
{hear}
My Dearest, this upsidedown-thing
is not
{working in me}
i’m laughing while not laughing [so right]
{now}
and I can’t stop.
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