Ect

burnt cake smells
the light is still on
i wait for the dome
her mind forever
seeks un-lost cells
If electroconvulsion
resuscitates slumbering
cells....
bloom on a grave
rope slung on my heart
they shepherd the deep
blue lagoon within me
stay up all tide
staying down all wave
chores hunt my passability

by Michael Witkowski

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