drown in egoism.

how we forget – don’t.

for flicker- shift

this shell ashore,

revive the rolling

carcass and dissect,

drag that black heart

with the colour waves,

bleaching comatose

vanity that presses

with weight of our bodies-

we sunk like sinking

stripping skin for river,

it rowed,

it rowed,

wrapped with those oars

wallow, watch, wallow,

now wait.

how the tide turns fast

the shores threadbare,

smaller and larger

with cavorting drift,

it pulls us in.

some of us- don’t forget

as we drown- flicker shift,

flicker shift.

floats of bodies

glow through thin chalk board,

the light planked ladder

elevates the limbs sprawl

in elegance.

Something.

so majestic

in this empathetic

chocking-

dead yet so alive.

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