the least of me
Feeling at sea,
Feeling amiss,
Feeling unmoored
Feeling listless,
Pointless,
Senseless,
and Bored.
But then you flow
Out from a maze,
Of velvet tapestry
Straight from the 80’s
Wrapped in tongues too foreign
To glom meaning for me.
A wall of soft light
A warm nimbus
A singly tingling
Effervescence,
Swallows me whole
And eats all my words
Leaving only this
Misshapen recreation
And ribs that ring hollow
Under my clothes.
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