My eyes burn bright
At the promise of a swift exodus,
The steep dive through the shadows
To the cove and the sea
/
I’ll slip from the binds
Of solitude and safety,
I’d rather go mad
Than chatter and pretend
/
Dive and dive each night
Stagger through nothingness
Fall apart by noon
And swim away at dusk
/
I will live again
In delirium’s hands
Uprooted from shame,
From this pasture grey

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