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We knew vertical from horizontal,
week long while I trudge fatiguingly,
unwilling to be either pertinent or bemused.
Like someone always losing something and never knowing what.
It is the law of my own voice I will investigate.
It makes me restless, and that makes me unhappy.
I have tried love, but that hides you in the bosum of another.
So I go where you don't want me to;
the random fears of a scarlet soul as it breathes in and out.
To you, I offer my hull and the tattered cordage of my will.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2026
*All the lines are taken from the poetry of the American poet, Frank O'Hara, in the book below and rearranged by me*
"The New York Poets: An Anthology edited by Mark Ford
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