Phantoum of Ourselves
This is the time. The time of ourselves,
Singing, recurrent,
Possessed of ourselves
Emerging uncertain.
Singing concurrent
Worshipping all that is found
We emerge from the sirens.
The quay remains shrouded.
Worshipping all that is found
Unhealing faces, puffy, beseeching,
(The key remains shrouded,)
Bitter & twisting, unloved & seeking.
Unhealing faces, puffy, beseeching,
Possessed of ourselves
Bitter & twisting, unloved & seeking.
This is the time, the time of ourselves.
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