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Float in the body sack,
the cops are not going to think
you were murdered,
they will still bid you a 'good morning'
if it is morning,
or eye you
with a deep professional suspicion.
Keep floating.
If a part of you
slips out of the body sack
nudge it gently back.
You're a sailor,
you have shipped a lot of water,
but unless your green
has forgotten how to wave
you will always be buoyant -
mostly.
You know you're in a sack, right?
Float inside it anyway,
and along the way,
pause the glide
to break a few eggshells.
You know you're in an eggshell, right?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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