Friday, September 22, 2017

hymn #7

are there more like us?
thinly held between the cracks of light and refute
balanced as the wings of some giant flailing bird
hell bent upon southern winds in autumn
are there more like us?
crimson thread held between philtruim and coffee
bound for Oz
side trip to Costco proves to be fatal
well...
only so
we wait for bluebirds to sing us to sleep amoungst the ash
of our sorrow

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