bobby pins hold my head together
like my heart to my string
dangling above my soul
fragile and content
dress sways to my bosom, body, soul
like an over due work
over session of sex and passion
only when the sky is green
like a drunk sailor, like a drunk master
nauseated with the wind of the sea
master in command of what we see, be
be what we want to be
be free, master in command of my mind
my time, looming over mine
like the life of the light above me
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