POEM: Berth Plays

Berth Plays

God made me
A home
Between the nooks and crannies
Of life
Rooting
Making plays
Between the plan its
And unreachable stars
Vast expanses and spaces
Of death
Wear the spirit
Is a breath of fresh heir
Sometimes peering as just
Punctuation in along sentience
Yet anon
I stumble up
On my berth place

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