iii- day three

iii
I think my body's changing, I think my waist is corrupted and my eyes, by their rights,
ought to sink into their sockets
a sock i sewed with some old promise
the awkward heaving inward that I should think would one day become washed by the salt water of life into pure dependance and understanding
and while now I'm met acrimoniously
one day it shall be harmonious
opposites on the wheel of colour
but confined both to the same point at which- meet and discuss?
in the future?

loel j. bancroft