2137: It shall return to me by Mike Bell 7 August 2021

It shall return to me without portent [no clear signal] – I let a contraction settle & command all grips –

all workings will not be set by my adjure – It is time to roll into a ball to deal with a wash of discomfort –

Among my bones is a constant ghost [& soon I will become my own spectre] – & my day goes down –

led to a lower point among drownings & up to auld hangings [a ripened carcass & entertainment for a

baying crowd of ale- sucking witches] – A brief respite is a test of my mettle – pause of spasms & daggers

[but then back] – If a marriage has a value there is expectation – it ‘ll thrive – but one set by greed will fail –

& other learnings as my body burns [with its own insurrection under my skin] – See how disease patrols

our past & future – It is not treatable – she said it could be [as a counting of cash set souring tears to run]

& my body aches for auld ways of sex – of extremes allowed by working fingers – see me break apart – see

me fail & how failure affects my senses – a tightening of muscle [not for show] – a pull at my tightened soul