i.
There is an 8 min window in the eye of the hurricane
—suspended in the bardo of belief and disbelief—
while the benzo filters into the bloodstream
and the fitful mind with hand outreached,
sinks.
ii.
They say poetry must tell us something of life and the wider-world,
else it is confessional blather beyond use,
bu…
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