As if on water life leaves its wake

Too much ebb too much flow

Shaken brow beaten refusing restless

Maybe too much of being forced to swallow

Taken down places we wish not to go

A mind confused unloved abject no place of sanctuary

Actuality bombs only terror gilded by stress

 

Taciturn an accusation of dumbstruck

Looking beyond a figure still standing

Metal Cast or hued like wood

Neither proper nor right but upended

Legs buried in sand surrounded by sea

A neck too stiffened to care or turn

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