YOU TAKE IT
Sunlight and yellow moon, darts and rays of
light exchanging hammers and cones. My Lord,
I must have been here before - all this contiguous
space and a new land to be explored. It was never
my intention to became so enamored of so little.
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I make excuses, the words get tangled, the blood
that is drawn invisibly trickles down. The paper
cup is filled with coffee. New morning brings it
new illusions. Two birds, singing, fight it out.
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This Springtime better hold some promise;
it will do to be most anything at all. I've
never been the fussy sort. People walking
past me, reading grammar books, telling
me how to say - not the same as what to
say, but just as annoying anyway.
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