10th Year Itchings

killing Time whilst darting
between the walking,
talking Carcasses;

Apathetic wonder pangs
seem detrimental while
the heart beats.

yammering of weather,
or whether, or not;
Blinded autonomous yet
splendidly Awake.

quench this Triumph, just
bubbling; poised
candidly as spilt milk.

by Stephanie Wood

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