Once away the house it burns
the fields they say are hay
Hey!
What the devil knows
so the quiet pre-born stars
share unquestioning looks,
and talk of insane releases.
“I laugh in the open field,
the sun’s house burning over
and down my shoulders.
I’m so sad.”
She smiles, giggles
and as they relax
the calm pouring
of the fire that does not burn.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Once away the house it burns
the fields they say are hay
Hey!
What the devil knows
so the quiet pre-born stars
share unquestioning looks,
and talk of insane releases.
“I laugh in the open field,
the sun’s house burning over
and down my shoulders.
I’m so sad.”
She smiles, giggles
and as they relax
the calm pouring
of the fire that does not burn.
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