July 19

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Another night like
drowning–

sometimes
a tide comes up

further than
expected

and lacking air
a body

cannot perform
voluntary efforts

to seek
attention–

I sink into
a drink

knowing day
will rise again

from this
watery dark–

less phoenix,
more albatross,

but, any
port in storm–

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