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Delilah
Poems
Mar 2017
thoughts on death at 39,000 ft (clouds as disassembled souls)
isn't it funny how we can now
identify rivers from the air
i see colored squares of grass
living beneath this metal machine
a vantage point that
humans sought from birds
we were always searching for flight formulas
or aiming slingshots toward the stars
maybe writing songs for the gods
sweet melodic pleas
so we could levitate-
separate
into angel dust
precipitation-
sweaty droplets of liquefied soul
drowning the mississippi
in pulls of poison
from my past lives' organs
the very air
that dares to guard the rain
contains all of the oxygen
those bodies had
smoked to stay awake
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Delilah
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