becoming slowly overgrown, sewn hard
you've added a ying and yang to my navel
now the blue eyelight is giving way to
nicotine grey but under it all, a swagger
there is a weightlessness in the wonder,
a wager, an escalator ending in cumuli
but down home they're making cider
and stomping vines and calling back hell
by Ilyn
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