Inertia And The Hurdle

Sunny Black,
A Little Left Of The Fumbleing Doves,
Trivial Touchings AFlutter To AMass,
AMiss Amongst The Monsters At Sea...
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The Thick Hemp Cord Strikes,
Locking The Doctrine To Spectral Knots,
Reptilian And Clicking Like Death Clocks,
InVerted To Only The Drowning Eye,
And Weather'd As The Pulling Tide...
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One Lasting Laugh From The High-Chair,
When As Last Done Gasping For Air...
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To Bang The Drum For The Spoon To Hang,
Wall-Shunted And Stunted In Growth,
Fathering Dagon's Pinkness For The Sacred Shell,
In Heaven UnDone... In Will UnSung...
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Throwing Drink Over Shoulder With Salt And Grain,
For The Volume Of Curling Brawn WithIn Scalp And Crown,
As The Torches Sputter And Light No More...
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The Way To Bones Scattered,
For Gamblers And Cheats,
Melted UpOn The Wounded Tooth...
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Not Then BeFriended By Such A Cloven Glass Jowl,
And Yet... InTo Mirror'd AdJunction It Recedes.




(For Chloë Grace)