#1802 - a skin is all these scars

 

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a skin is all these scars

 

take the country for instance

others have

 

here’s where you touched

there’s where you let go

 

and healing

as hounds will

 

moonsworth and sunsay

wits about too

itch!

 

one wheels out an old excuse

 

how far around myself have I come?

 

the Mőbius moment!

 

a pursing for change

where the world falls out

 

a flaying for Apollo

 

one in another – a fit

and I spill, I spill

(it’s very Victorian)

 

later, an emergence

call it bag of bones

 

take navel, that’s a disconnect

 

there are those self-inscribed

when, last, skin parts with self

 

no knowing and anyway

 

none of it ever really belonged to me

just here along for the ride

for a picnic show