Non-glory in all its impetus
Spew forth
Change everlasting
My heart processed
Ceasing from prodigality.
Survivalism in my veins.
Surfeit Epicureanism
Allegorically
While I will never get it
I hope that you can understand.
Little smiles on your mouth
I do not want to be borrowed
Make me a maker
A moth on a windowscreen
Eyelid drowning
Cat blue ice spreads
Dreaming of identical rivers
I am laid out on paper
Hour of undulations
Strange stubborn
Bird
I lean into it
To make it sing.

A collaboration with my friend and fellow poet Christopher Keeley

C.J. Wills-Poet

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