Will Ye Nill Ye ✅

When hole
in chest turns green

wind grows

that reeling feeling
that burns & woos
that panic ensues.

Impassionate leanings
weighted & percussive

held captive by moods
lugubrious & eruptive!

Swinging high
on the hive
saints alive 

freedoms devious
skip to the loop.

Luminous bedbugs

Beauty’s hilt
rogue economy

my oilers' toilers
my martyrs' barterers

ink you baiters -

Shadow and sway.
Indulge the day.

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