by A.J. Kaufmann
No reparation – you countermand
these mountains, hold another height…
follow his mind
enough of hierarchy waves
implore and sacrifice, twilights outwearing
stop signs, with sluggish bells bawling
of broken sunshine, nipple-studded
summer graves
Life’s too long, defend it now… swinging
up and beaming thru speechless seas
on heaven’s footsteps, swift and wild on the wing
till moon appears a reflection of feathers
tired cerulean arteries
kneel at humbling walls
and hundred hands of night
embrace you
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This was good to read out loud; tested the tongue.
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