I will cut through the grasses in the night
A sea asleep at the knees
Rustling waves to keep me in the light
Hanging fat in heaven's window.
I'm too heavy to sink beneath this surface
Forever ill and at my ease
Peace an antidote for poisons
I do not have, at war inside of me
A snatch of verse scratched out on paper
Crinkled in a crumpled fist
I'll let you know when I finally get them down
And not the other way around.
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