river (Remove filter)
Morscode (And Blue Tunes)
typed see screens
print the rain
a hit and miss,
brush dashes
from the frame
dripping blue tunes
and
singing your stirs,
your memo implicit,
a reserved river,
dot, dot, dot,
dash, dash, dash,
neurotic encrypting
for a euphoric tone-
a seaway
sealing all,
do not shift back
up the drum glass
and hum hard these
run- down blue tunes,
remain r...
Friday 1st May 2020 7:08 pm
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