Only a single point of pinning
Pressing skin beyond thickening
Veil no more vessels sail
Like a single star to guide me
To or from there is no more
The star is sky
And still a pin
Pricked upon a cup of gold
That I keep sipping
Through my bowels
Out my gunnels
Into a plaster-placid place
Left to lace a placid face
And redesign the world around me
It looks like i've forgotten gold.
And must learn to below me
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