It’s curious.
In this incestuous head,
bone is squeezing too tightly.
Turned one way, what’s real is swirled.
Degrees aft or starboard,
things will gel,
but sound is suddenly smothered.
Venous rivers are imagined,
and the heart’s voice is a drum.
The ghost may be giving up.

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