The Waves pt. II

For how many months I wreck my spite
I say, one door bangs and then another
All I see but love, my doves, the looking-glass
I flicker / I cease / I hedge / I yellow
I dream of sea rocks, my clean white stockings
My face in the looking-glass
Real, heavy, extraordinary
I disaster / I choke / I run gold / I fall / I devour
Back the body, images, body, meat
Drowned the body
Waves bury, blooming
The game’s up

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