we kept our clouds behind a uniform front. we had no medallions.
we lacked the tassels of mavericks. barn foxes all, with never-slain eyes
and just a pinch of petulant grit… fit for a moon to ponder.
or a sun to punish for the nerve of a grain-
of inviolate-soul.
we kept our stash
in a coffee can
like a canto
in a cookie.
and slept where bricks
had soft heads
rolling down delirious hills
to harsh beds
and amaranth.

we walked where then fog
was not the grey
but the space between
the almost
real.
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we kept oblivions
at bay with our
gutterfly wings
boosting signals
from a torch
we could
feel.

then we embarked
upon a song
beyond the
sea.

“ then we embarked
upon a song
beyond the
sea.”