Unnamed
Unnamed she listened to the
unsung. No talent escaped
her no song unsung.
Only tomorrow was interesting.
The unbuds of Spring's tomorrow,
no
song of Engelbert’s or Waylon’s*
ever happened in the Time
of the fullness” of time
Did salvation arrive? What
was the white chariot being?
Elijah did not stop for her.
The dreams only patted her
head under the pillow
she placed
Over
her face
Caroline Shank
9.11.224
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 10:38 PM UTC
Unnamed
Unnamed she listened to the
unsung. No talent escaped
her no song unsung.
Only tomorrow was interesting.
The unbuds of Spring's tomorrow,
no
song of Engelbert’s or Waylon’s*
ever happened in the Time
of the fullness” of time
Did salvation arrive? What
was the white chariot being?
Elijah did not stop for her.
The dreams only patted her
head under the pillow
she placed
Over
her face
Caroline Shank
9.11.224
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