TO THE SEETHING ON MERCY'S ACCELERANT
Hadn't been a fraud long
But long enough for reasons
Feeling myself to be an Optical
Knot, faithless, a cork
In time. But fraudulent as
Pork. Making whistles &
Whispers of what was not
Ink. Out-scale juicery.
This then the next and so on.
Unequal to the national
Challenge to be
More a new shirt than
An extra one. Artless.
A loss I couldn't count.
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