Sunday, September 29, 2019

12,149. NO MORE JUGGLE

NO MORE JUGGLE
How these hands hold dreams I
never know : Miraculous, I suppose,
all that odd matter falling through
fingers to make a transparent world.
When I was young I liked everything
about it; now I disdain the merger.
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Here's a sound of Heaven's making.
There's the roar of the nether world.

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