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ATL
Poems
Aug 2019
the sky as a stretcher
this vessel
houses gold;
without bearings in the flatland,
untarnished and eager.
it was born in small hands
jabbing at polypropylene beauties
spinning on a mobile
above dampened eyes,
uniform and bright.
the spinning never ceased;
ligaments lengthened
and seashells,
once musicians,
became resonant cavities.
haggard winds
stirred glaucous and ash into storm;
the sky became a clouded palette
of every shade between
stone and lightning.
what a fortune it was
to be carried away and found
again and again
in the endless above.
the wonders of tactility,
sweet sky as a stretcher...
carry me into tomorrow.
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ATL
23/M/MA
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