Monday October 12th Reversal

reversal
I need to be my skeleton

walking me through tipsy turfy fields

that canter, kick, rise, bellow

at any sort of discipline

sea level, marsh, hill, cacophony of fields

and almost walking in circles

around hillocks, locks, ridges, waterways

my body cannot calibrate it easily –

where is the edge

hidden under lumps and curves

like my dissolving bones

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