SKY                               

 

 

Cramped about

my

head

admits happy

tokens

beyond what

air of

solitude lies

under this

cloud

blanket of

flat regard

wasting by

time

mornings float

standard reductions

safe bets

buckled or

sewn across

lightening

frowns

clutch

from fanned

tenderness to

my place

I

get up

breeze through

off-white

out the

detail

again these

border mists

thoughts pass

my body

line-like

gives directions

molts lightly

aches


 

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