Saturday evening

Breathing the water out
Takes concentration for
The fever within
When rocks and shells work their way
To your toes
While glass can't break
The surface
In

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Every wire - a nerve

And every Nerve - a fire

Forcing through - the electric skin

Bundling back to - serve

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The strayed concentration

Of crafting the mask

Meets blankness in the light of day

For all of the layers, and flesh of greys -

Comes undone with the shade, and gaze

 

The straight concentration

The pressures of day align

With the pressures of night - to day

When the urges of light

Merge the shadows of pathos

The hours seem longer - than staying