Post Waste

Stamp resurrection is not only illegal
It's set against the one-life-to-die
That a glue-backed state rules by

Waxen paper's ashen face
Says, I am gone
For the love of letters

Mail redox resists fire
The post is an anchor
Whose ship always comes back from the bottom

Belonging makes a dog give chase
Behind composed doors
Address book certitude, house numerology

Don't say the third line
A fourth time
As each peddle press wriggles envelopes from binds

Disconcerted clauses 
Unsatisfactory gauzes
Figure deeply within celebrated professional pauses

Wait, that myth got goat rot
(An underhanded ability to eat every item)
Which must, by plural gods, haunt the writers of excess sentences

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