Stagger - Seaweed

Sudden prospects, this month has now begun

Brings no more than a stagger

Voices yelling, a past I can’t become

Leaving scratches, reminders

Expressions coming more defined

Weathering my side

Fresh light appears and makes amends

Scoffing

Stakes are brighter than brewed at first invite

Stakes are high as encountered

Stuck in my throat and it suddenly divides

Completely stricken with fever

Got near twenty years out of this arm

Got near twenty years of out of this leg

Starting to recognize the harm

Stillness always seems to fool me

Dormant wrinkles has found its tune to rise

This time they’ll sure stay forever

Warmer winds kicks my skin into a sigh

All humor lost, now remembered