Float

Diana/The Wandering Armadillo

The Wandering Armadillo

i am at one with a morose mist

it creeps over, draping

it’s moist tendrils

merge, shaping

shivered fingertips

to settle

on prostrate limbs

so inviting this mellow of

malleable depths

..

lament not

these quagmired proclivities

i chose this home of drawbridge splinters

of fenland, forest and fortress

to nestle your frigid winters

and linger in murky,

mired martyrdom

a stagnant slimed moat

together beneath ice sheet

our cloistral bodies still float

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