Mutable truths, or scenes from a short slumber on a rainy mid-week afternoon (a poem)

Yesterday, I attended an ekphrastic writing workshop. Distracted by the conversations taking place in the gallery during the time set aside for writing, I had trouble writing much of anything during the three and a half hours I was there. Instead, I found myself underlining the words within the words on the page of writing exercises given to every participant. Every line (except the last two) of this poem contains a word from the list of words I got from the first exercise.
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National Poetry Writing Month, Day #25

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem. I chose the line dive to the bottom of the ocean with me from ‘What to listen for in a cold war of visual cues’ by Stephanie Mason.
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This is where the vampires live (a poem)

This was the writing exercise for a writer’s group a friend of mine invited me to. It seemed simple enough, but I had a hell of a time with it. The social commentary version was mostly dull, and slightly preachy. The ‘voices in my head’ version started out promising, but didn’t get very far before I felt it had nowhere to go. So far, this version is the only one which works at all. It’s an acrostic (the first letter of each line spells out the phrase), and, while on the surface it would appear to be about someone else, it really deals with my tendency to fall in love with the wrong people.
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