floating lights
and dark skies
sit on the phantom
heir as chair
a soft touch
a ripple
in the deep
blue sea
paper chairs
and crosses
float
beneath
the skies
as sheet
(the eye wake
gaze
at merry old
stars;
the ***** wonder )
we are weak
when we
are poor
and meek
when we
admit the tongue
did defeat
an old pair
of glasses
as glory
we all
wither
all mouths
meet winter
i hope
to
see
wall
grow flowers
before
a machine
gives
birth.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
floating lights
and dark skies
sit on the phantom
heir as chair
a soft touch
a ripple
in the deep
blue sea
paper chairs
and crosses
float
beneath
the skies
as sheet
(the eye wake
gaze
at merry old
stars;
the ***** wonder )
we are weak
when we
are poor
and meek
when we
admit the tongue
did defeat
an old pair
of glasses
as glory
we all
wither
all mouths
meet winter
i hope
to
see
wall
grow flowers
before
a machine
gives
birth.
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