That painful sense of having and not having
Families one has and hasn’t aboutgathering
A past you wouldn’t glance at wearing kneepads and hazmat.
Having it and being unsatisfied about that fact. I glance back
Potholed soul only moles and pot smoke cajole to unholy undulation.
Possessing and desiring concurrently. A diary that would hurt assuredly;
Someone tore out the pertinent pages. Score, more doubloons.
You abnormal in fairy blue, faded but true, in my life’s periplus.
Used pray for everything now beg enough to carry through
The movement of a glueless leg pregnant with later shattering
Wounds foreshadowed on the pristine body I brought to battle.
Alchemisland 
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