Diarist
currents of pain
drag a dogpaddle of words
into an undertow of truth,
leaving it stranded somewhere
on its own desert isle,
a sculpture of frantic tides
feverish as a pulse,
the water flashy with minnows,
madcap in their weave and veer,
above the deeps.
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7/1/24
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