Friday, July 21, 2017

Lost, What Use

I got lost in the sun in its ideas
they disappeared by night
crawled into corners
legs weaving silken strangeness

looking so dense but so light
so medicinal

I've heard their cities crumbling
with a single swipe of the broom
then the moping up
emotion spilling into the future
escaping arrest abandoning the stone

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