Bay Of Senses
The air feels wounded
A sea of suspect scars rising
Overflowing The Bay Of Senses
Something dramatic that also feels commonplace
When it is an everyday sort of thing
Becomes an exercise in objectivity
To say what is what
Why is why
But it just may get even worse
Before there is any improvement
May as well take a dive
Sink or swim
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Written on 2026-03-03 at 00:06
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