Circling the drain
remediation always reads the same
Conversion therapy
places drift to where they might have been
Ham-fisted doctrines
melted in minutes and mortars
Trading stacks and stones
diminishing worth and bandwidth blown
Trailing wayward, ripples
in the water break forth the tides
Flatlined in script
dredging up circulation depths and debts
When the sky above
moves in layers to and fro in alternating
Grooves and fingers interlocked
coinciding clashing and chaos crashing
It hoists its roots
MM 11/2018
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