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The Birds When They Fly From The Trees

noise maddening      cracked turquoise            higher
                                                                          high
                                                                     high
     or thoughts                                    high            
birds with God's thoughts fly high
wings threading light                                    p              
dark air waving on the breaks                   a
between exits                                          e       
the mortal colours drifting with each l
the blurs a thousand lives gambled. 

 

◄ The Untitled

First Poem For Isis ►

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