(metered thoughts & other shorts)
this is a testto see between fingered linesbeneath the chestto view the foot above the groundthis, here in bluecreased, and snapped and clipped for yousomething bound by nature, trueyet still of air's ethereal crewthis is how things fellwhat left me here remains as wellbut changed to something distant and obtusechallenging this heir, "no truce!"this is how we futurescribewe forge new words from tears n' sighsin distance we reveal the mostwhen clinging arms fall still from ghosts...(test posting from new iPhone) random shot, off the cuff lines. I hope you'll forgive my clumsy heart.)Sent from my iPhone
yay -- new phone. new poem. good stuff.
ah, that's sweet. thanks, friend. much more on-the-hoof thinking now; iphone therefore i moblog.
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