I forget the way of the words
the line breaks the bylines
Finger tips, still as the tip of the tongue,
Accuse the cogless clock that governs my mind

The ghostly efforts of stairway wit haunts
my room of seafoam dunks
me on the bed blisters
the other heart thoroughly consumed

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