SHORT POEM IS SHRT.
Round Twelve
not snapping
____or cracking
but they rip
(the layers)
the ragged edges flutter
and fray into one another
again
like waves
and by turning
and turning
so slightly
as to look
through
a key-
hole
we begin to see
the birds
wheeling savage
tearing holes in the sky
and the sharks
above and beneath
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I want to be me,
and meet you again.