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Whispering silk unrolls in the wind For its binding, now undoing Pulling hard by unseen hands Fingers tangled in spiders' threads Tugs, less gentle, throw it higher Over chimneys, tower ledges below Ginst, bricklain work, chiseled stone Brushed now by, dirtied and frought Spied, by sly old grey crow Mother brings a gift, sought low Entwined, knotted and tangled Holds a nest until the wind goes Finely knitted, strong long cloth Keeps sun from cool, inside from cold Chirps and claws, new norms anew Life long beyond crows ago Trees, booked, feathers few Nest has fallen, silk askew A child tests it's cloth Fingers rubbing, so soft Now to moment's a toy for you But mommy's nose, sees age and dirt Not for use, maybe sickness and hurt Thrown to the refuse, lost once again Light along its journey It's toes tip, trip, catch the wind Pulled from piles, playing breeze Along town streets and dusty paths It finds its way, fate's touch wait Sinuously long, a finger might point The trail it makes for blue blue skies A ballot's initiative, beauty and far It wraps and rolls, billows and blows Twists and frees, darting amongst trees Not for thee, not for thee Back and forth, bright leaves Far out, closer to the sea It tastes the salt, like the waves Breathing, snaps up against shores Invisibles tangibles unbreakables Another gust and its a storm to us Up, it's taken thrown in fuss Out, its brought, a lack of trust And deep, it'll dive, buried amust
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Esperpherence
Whispering silk unrolls in the wind For its binding, now undoing Pulling hard by unseen hands Fingers tangled in spiders' threads Tugs, less gentle, throw it higher Over chimneys, tower ledges below Ginst, bricklain work, chiseled stone Brushed now by, dirtied and frought Spied, by sly old grey crow Mother brings a gift, sought low Entwined, knotted and tangled Holds a nest until the wind goes Finely knitted, strong long cloth Keeps sun from cool, inside from cold Chirps and claws, new norms anew Life long beyond crows ago Trees, booked, feathers few Nest has fallen, silk askew A child tests it's cloth Fingers rubbing, so soft Now to moment's a toy for you But mommy's nose, sees age and dirt Not for use, maybe sickness and hurt Thrown to the refuse, lost once again Light along its journey It's toes tip, trip, catch the wind Pulled from piles, playing breeze Along town streets and dusty paths It finds its way, fate's touch wait Sinuously long, a finger might point The trail it makes for blue blue skies A ballot's initiative, beauty and far It wraps and rolls, billows and blows Twists and frees, darting amongst trees Not for thee, not for thee Back and forth, bright leaves Far out, closer to the sea It tastes the salt, like the waves Breathing, snaps up against shores Invisibles tangibles unbreakables Another gust and its a storm to us Up, it's taken thrown in fuss Out, its brought, a lack of trust And deep, it'll dive, buried amust
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
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