i’m topsy-turvy
or all sprawled out
like somebody’s been hit
upside the head
by some proverbial brick
hewn from leftover gloom
or pressed from muddy malcontent
but nevertheless
lobbed into the hapless throng
by unhappy circumstance
where it chanced to meet my jaw
— smote me where I stood
sent the ceiling sailing
the hours swimming —
undiluted and diffuse.
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