2d
Angel
lift
me up
I could
learn
to live
in the sky
Chronic
pain is washed
away
as clouds
are made
of blood
and things
Air
becomes
my order
in-poured
my eyes
can’t see gas
in that range
Concepts
before
that connect
in ways
complex
and many
sacrifices
made
To what
amount
is never
known
but bodies
keep
the score
in years
All gone
with patchy
vapor
in place
acting as
my skin
my case
Angel
lift
me up
I would
take
to wing
silently
lift
me up
I could
learn
to live
in the sky
Chronic
pain is washed
away
as clouds
are made
of blood
and things
Air
becomes
my order
in-poured
my eyes
can’t see gas
in that range
Concepts
before
that connect
in ways
complex
and many
sacrifices
made
To what
amount
is never
known
but bodies
keep
the score
in years
All gone
with patchy
vapor
in place
acting as
my skin
my case
Angel
lift
me up
I would
take
to wing
silently
from march 1, 2022
poem from the past a day #36
using leftovers in the pool of creative energy that made Lorelei, this is a sort of coda or additional thought left in melancholy like dead leaves in a forest.
featuring exactly one interpolation of my poem Order, because that's what i'll be doing from now on. my style became extremely self-referential for awhile (i still think i favor this mechanism of writing) like a celebration of what it took in the past to come up with the best of my ideas in the present.
poem from the past a day #36
using leftovers in the pool of creative energy that made Lorelei, this is a sort of coda or additional thought left in melancholy like dead leaves in a forest.
featuring exactly one interpolation of my poem Order, because that's what i'll be doing from now on. my style became extremely self-referential for awhile (i still think i favor this mechanism of writing) like a celebration of what it took in the past to come up with the best of my ideas in the present.
(26/Michigan)
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