We
try so hard;—where trying fails, to our injury. How to understand, even as a
swan, peering at morning rain? We love at distance, a chimney of smaze, grazing
upon difficulties. I’d love for you to see…all for skyfallings; earth as an
upwelling; even tears as a secret vice; but heart to you…a young lady, stationed
in beige quarters, crossing tees for doting traumas. We magic this affair, for
trapped in bars…ever that scarred; where hell is vivid, even for torn, tacking
mind-prints upon a graph. We must affirm, your deepest feelings, else for a
tinge of distrust; to die so readily, on a swan’s behalf, to fumble in our
weary lives.
Friday, April 8, 2016
Swan Hearted
I’d Save The Reader Years
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