Boat HeadA Poem by CorsetLiving with an excerpt, sitting in a paper house I have to sacrifice a little bit more the wait of it the bark of it at the trees that shiver at the limbs that shimmy on dark expanse of moonlit walls the wind chimes echoing eerily wearily into the hollow of night, it is never silent here not since the becoming coming with its words some frightening, some whispers of fealty some excerpts of love nonsensical till then when comes the sun riding the cliff note of night in its gleaming armor to hush darkness with its quiet ecstasy and its busy self servitude. © 2020 CorsetReviews
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