repercussion
re
percussion
it’s the story of the life
the zillion thread that’s so far worked to
to to to to to
be be be be be
not even iambic yet
and every little bit left
of rigorous existence
not ravelled right
we didn’t pay attention when we could’ve
’ve ’ve ’ve ’ve ’ve
and now the light is waste
and quintessence and other
hypotheses might or might not
but in my mouth is salt
the salt of the sea
the warm sick sea