Into a siding with honoraria
bleeding brake lines to stop the hissing of soft skulls . . .
A run-through . . . for longevity's sake? . . .
You used to do this . . .
the self you were used to do this . . .
a sort of trickle-down
not unlike what just about everyone's experienced . . .
but now a different game
with lapsed free-throws
reminding you It's not the content, it's the form . . .
OK, you can shapeshift as well as anyone, yes?
but you chose elsewhere
and I'm thinking line judge . . .
Night-sitting and all that . . . radiant night-sitting . . .
the water slow-lapping the shore . . .
fingers walking . . .
Not overrated! . . . despite the catechism's insistence! . . .
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