I washed ashore here with all my shit
the beach of autumn's cusp
There's no one who really cares, all gone
taken by winter's dawn
As live man scratches lid of casket,
I hammered my own hull
Spin, vajra-- spin! Tear up the ages.
Clean the rocks of lichen.
Ilyn
"Short for a state in the Great Lakes Region"
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