all your deepest desires deserted; the mouth of a wound 

confining the rest of you days, as spring spills over 

in moist shoots and billowing buds 

your heart sinks as a sick clam, limbs follow it down 

until subtle pull of upward umbilical cord, unfold 

your sails to refill

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