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Dead pot (17.5.00)

Dead pot


I sink like a slippery snake

Into sand, silky soft

And I feel between my toes

As the grain flows

Every part sucked further in.


Past knee and hip

Chest and lip

Underneath I feel its grip

Release I plead

Like a dog to a lead

But I am guided like a ship.

Hole in the hull

Like the gaps in the skull

Every space vacant to accommodate matter.


As the sea seals the surface

Kiln like in a furnace

Preserved and destroyed

Stimulated, toyed

Sink to rot, 

      still, 

 dead pot.

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