brought up to here
i dive deeply
tying my wrists and ankles
caught up and detaching
retaining the inner part
under my skins
faintly and dimming
scream souls for the way that he died
i dive deeply
felt first with senses
unreal seeming surrendered
on telling reactions the answers just
so
this remembrance unnoted
uncharted not planned
not produced, but manmade
with masochist want and dripping
dropped slow in the lap held high
and father
this is quiet

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