Apr 20
Under this
is nothing new
flown
over my dead bodyweight
the sky reprises peace...
Though trauma grows its
root in dream,
I clover on a pearl
of sleep
upended by
a tender sun
gone
falling into
blue
is nothing new
flown
over my dead bodyweight
the sky reprises peace...
Though trauma grows its
root in dream,
I clover on a pearl
of sleep
upended by
a tender sun
gone
falling into
blue
? once,
