Shivers – a poem

Shivers, twitches, a gamut

Of activity, restless cut raving

Writhing, yet colourless,

Steeped in heavy sundries

That hold no meaning, empty

Vessel waits for action, waits

Forever for a fulfilling absolution.
Eyes met unwillingly, soft

Shivers rippling, undulating waves

Tickling and twitching, oft

When one lays to rest

Yet what might be saved?
A line here, a fragment there,

And shivering twitches rave on,

A strong will stripped bare.

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