I.
No, it’s not just
My winged feet
That the god gave me
It’s the silver poison
That eats at my soul
One minute
Hot
The other
Cold
Heart exhausted
By the swings
In this
Playground.
II.
Sand travels
Lightning fast
Beneath the waves
Crushed
Shells
Break the skin
Of the extreme
Terpsichore
Thespian
Run
Use them
Like the chords
Angels’ harps
In the throat.
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