Monday, October 26, 2020

your gospel is the best sign

you have been forgotten

all this talking

beats on a line

before the storm squawking

flying off leaving nothing

but the air magnets tittling


when the trees dance

leaves prance and flutter

in my yellow sunlight

coloring all shades


am i still young

halfway only through the Act

scripted some time else

with lines to be read and where to stand

am I so tired

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