San frontieres, a twig of poetree,
topological, roots and wings,
once more to the breach,
dancing betwixt ears, ungestured, bays,
I'd be as a mayfly, only alive a day,
rather than as long as an eagle flies, not whying.
Fathoming delves ley lines realizing increasing
wingspan, height of flight, intensity of sunlight.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
San frontieres, a twig of poetree,
topological, roots and wings,
once more to the breach,
dancing betwixt ears, ungestured, bays,
I'd be as a mayfly, only alive a day,
rather than as long as an eagle flies, not whying.
Fathoming delves ley lines realizing increasing
wingspan, height of flight, intensity of sunlight.
Gotta have hearth. Standing is my life, and I never died :) reality
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