Tag Archives: skies

i sing 

, and the blood zings and every metacarpaled thing points to that bony moon. you find me here at the center of the spill and you say “these limbs don’t sway the way they used to” and the trees agree. i wanted … Continue reading

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swollen sky

… did we stutter? mutter clouded somethings to an angry stone? did I wish for this? blow fluff and bliss to breeze, release some semblanced song void of my self? did you go, or stay? these deluged days make heavy … Continue reading

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