a desperation
as whisper pistol holster
disturb concealment
for whom the whole breadth
the length the width without might
hold while the stars are
some say convergent
a shadow lucent beyond
s’oft the trail that way
Poetry
a desperation
as whisper pistol holster
disturb concealment
for whom the whole breadth
the length the width without might
hold while the stars are
some say convergent
a shadow lucent beyond
s’oft the trail that way
flight is a straight line, unless let go to the spiraling wind …
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