Public Mooring

I can’t guess the rage inside your depth but I can tell your deep inside.

Slow to rise you languish in effort but stand strong in denial & retribution.

I won’t deny          {four} these lines live among us, but while some cross the lines

I see you jump effortlessly over and slide under

until you are battered and torn asunder,

while {three} others can run through {two} lines and remain {one}.

Is there a {zero}?

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1 Comment

  1. Great poem, reminds me of e.e. cummings!


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