type hypo ness ness II
hypoglycaemia
the low water line
where poems shoal
waiting for the feeding flow
when fat words are cast
the tideline lengthens
flotsam collect fires
to burn my fingers
braille in singing
across the ribs my heart
and then it is coffee time
milky with cake
and sweet breath intakes
a smile across the words in line
then full tide says follow me down
for the ocean is deep and depends
on low tides to turn the silt into silk
don’t you dare think it
again and again
written by SGL2i
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