my lead limbs pick
at the falling sky
holding fractures
of reality
between its blue iris,
and the streetlights
stain fear upon empty gardens
the need for peace
and
the rocketing hold
of the train,
lulling effervescence
into backtracks
of my mind.
my lead limbs pick
at the falling sky
holding fractures
of reality
between its blue iris,
and the streetlights
stain fear upon empty gardens
the need for peace
and
the rocketing hold
of the train,
lulling effervescence
into backtracks
of my mind.
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