Monday, January 14, 2019

i could sleep

i could sleep
inside the homes
of abandoned
goodness
i could fly
outside the rays
of given
apologies
i could wish
without the need
for angry
demonstrations
i could swim
beneath the howl
of laughing
moons
i could plead
toward the face
of selfsame
awareness
i could pray
within the chasm
of all lightness
renewed
i could say
everything on
a straight line
without your care
or write what
comes to me
in the best sense
rebroken
just to ensure
that meaning comes
from the tongue not
the eyes

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