Day Two/To/Too

(An old scrap. From the sky-high bed of my dreams. High aloft in the smoggy eaves)

In flowing verses
I write
in gnarled woodlands
I bite
Crooked false is
all around
Armed knotted barks
Am I
to the deep clearing
where of / wherefore
I sit
[he sits]
mine sins [?]


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