Swing
Me again. Back at it. Wanting less
torture. Tight can choke, I got
untied. I realized my luster isn’t
going anywhere. Math drops ruin.
Stains. Muddled and complicated.
Sun and optimism have my back.
Below the bottom, another crater
waits. Bone-dry, the most dreaded
abomination’s lair. Light cradles me.
Occasional flashes reveal a frenzied
animal. Glee fuels the sculptor.