Honing Flesh
Seatless, with your best last breath,
nakedly being blessed,
being surrounded by white walls
and a waltz-
this wake-up in the dark is a phase of your in-kin,
finding their next bike-spin,
pleasantly yet vaguely obeying the jim.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2015
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