hear me now as i say
pilgrimed is the image
unloosen
yourself into the wind
as i *****
for some
sense of
placeness in this
vaudeville
no more are
the birds that
sing and way past us
already seconds
in waning
is the same permeable blue
tracking up
our curved spines
and when weakened
falling at
last
as multiple
cities do -
i see a line
for a stream uncollected,
as rain
over genuflected
hills will.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
hear me now as i say
pilgrimed is the image
unloosen
yourself into the wind
as i *****
for some
sense of
placeness in this
vaudeville
no more are
the birds that
sing and way past us
already seconds
in waning
is the same permeable blue
tracking up
our curved spines
and when weakened
falling at
last
as multiple
cities do -
i see a line
for a stream uncollected,
as rain
over genuflected
hills will.
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