31Knots - Echo-Lexington

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strung out on superlatives
absolute and naked
favorites or champions
still conclude
so soft i faint
from lack of restraint
eclipse the mystery
we can see its face
when flesh tones blur within
your shirt and i keep it quiet
that i’m so austere and pious
therein lies the waste-not
upped on minor leisure
who’s scoring for fun but not me?
offer over automatic
of the good and wrong
we croon like bats
making waves so the air contracts