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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

Strung and Sleepless

restless and ravenous with
fifteen to go floating my
mind a compass caught
spinning in the storm the
magnetism merciless dragging
me down and around to
depths and doors left
unopened and unannounced if
only just once she
would shush me and touch
me with tender eyes would
it fill my surprise or found
my uncertain reality