it is a mere question of inquiry
it is a mere question of inquiryunfolding transparent tentacles
in these shallow water's murky why
dawn is like the following evening
but from the other side taken
to a collected continuity of tomorrows
there are no myths secretly exhaled
at cock crow's vernal wandering
staved and all by the bell
see shores mastered by long winds
awaited fetuses and an insane longing
rolling with the timed tide
so I am he and he is you
the last man standing
soldiered and spent like a train
so I sing so I roll like water
with the untimely end
in a last inquest
all there is to let go
is a modern post-mortem theater
and healthy children that remembers
Poetry by Bob
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