7/29/18 12:15AM
glide, glide on columns of smoke
updraft gracefully for you’ll never make the boat
burn down all your wells
so that you may get above
the murky streets
and clopping feet
of your homeward tolling bell
moving forward kicks back rocks
even if you don’t move too fast
your nerves will dull
and your voice will lull
whenever you try and take stock
leave all your horrors behind
there’s a better feature ahead
always be wayward
and flowing deadwood
to keep your bones in line
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Author:
Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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