How deep
A life
Does spring
From me
Less than plumb
And haft remaindered
I could tighten
My bed
Each morning
In case
It's loosed
By night
The sun
And the wind
Still beat
A round
Until
Gone down
Or died
My thoughts
Gone
With them
Uncontained
No longer
Carry water
But slake
A salty
Reclaimed
Zee
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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