Between life and death lie the pills.
Longer lines like deeper breaths
and riverbend gradations.
Some accent of delirium,
tonality of the soul.
Precipitous thanks and lassitudes,
always mobile.
Unfortunately, this blog does not allow you to format the entry, so you'll just have to imagine indentions scattered through the poem. Even so, I hope you enjoy it. If you do, I'll add others.
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