Poem -
LEAGUES BY INCHES
By some unborn perpetual,
I come undone on que.
When Hollow Is the Fiber
of an anointed ghost
And all flesh, at the angle
of descent.Ā
My Spiral is Concave.Ā
A typical Atypical,Ā
Typically thick
In the wings-
When the Sky
is not the Enemy
But merely a-
Want, that I
Lost.
By this much.
Ā
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