I think I'm taking a leaf out of Scarli's book and pushing for an end goal, at least the halfway mark. Six more poems? Psh, puh-leaz, just tie my perfectionism to the mast and bring on the mediocre poetry.
9.
accidental
silhouetted sighs
slip out of your mind;
let me commune here
hand waves on the tide
prone to slip the mind
__________i wander
where does the vapour go
__________i wander
in its homebound accident?
hold on to my name
as subtext pulls away
__________i wander
__________where does
__________in its
hold onto me in time
i’ll slip out of your mind.
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