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Mislaid In My Own Shade

Oooh...
woolen socks slip
off,
these shins who carry me
straying
over my off-stitch
seams
knitting my swerving soul
timelessly - tirelessly
sans guide wires
to glide gluttony
down woven streams
Pulling this half-passed raft
with so many logs M.I.A
out to my rightful sea

The drifting sifts
little plankton (inborn phantoms)
& artful arcane algae
bypassing my trespasser teeth
they sail
casting shadows like whales
into suitable scale

When my lumber impairs
these dying
dilated eyes
all the motes
float
worked by currents
of charity

Loving lifeboats patrol me
past my levee...

even without my leave