A soft surface;
on a slight slant,
on a wooden base.
There lied a twenty man.
He remained true,
on the wavy blued
sheets where he stew
half-nude, and prude.
There lied a twenty man.
He went forth, be it false.
Heart beating pulse;
out of breath, out of race
he fell,
felt out of place.
There lied a twenty man.
THOMAS RIVET
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