Aug 2021
~
I cast my net
into the tributary
and release into you, a seasonal swim,
I give to you a mother's color,
as you recite
infant hymns,
you're a bleeder
on the days sunfire meters out its origin,
you're my river
free and clear from the grip
of anchorage,
my river,
drifted on to wherever
moon wishes glister
~
I cast my net
into the tributary
and release into you, a seasonal swim,
I give to you a mother's color,
as you recite
infant hymns,
you're a bleeder
on the days sunfire meters out its origin,
you're my river
free and clear from the grip
of anchorage,
my river,
drifted on to wherever
moon wishes glister
~
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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