Nail Me Down
so I can never move again!
the Victorious wind on this line that's a Circle
may tear and tease flesh from between teeth
Metropolis mist between my back and the ground
Northern ice slicing
the Central portion of my spine.
My soul craves a Jubilee
in the District where a Light driverless Railway may carry me to the Docks
and out to sea.
Nail me down!
Among a spaghetti string of colours
white glass frozen pearl
My essence in an Oyster.
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