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33. Coda (code)

Once On It

At rest from thinking every day of you(The rearmost poet of this weary age),Regretting words I never can undo:Aye! Never can undo this only page.

I don’t miss you more than I’d miss breath(Since breath’s a ware that doesn’t keep so well),I’d rather conjure love to you than death:Skin, though live, is covered with dead cells.

Since skin keeps coming back to stalk my mind(I’ll think of other organs by and by),Please forgive the way this poem’s designed:The poet’s got a skinny word supply.

Keep this letter as you travel on(Crafting second letter after dawn),—Benny