For ‘V’

“Are you sleeping?
It’s only questions 
You are the language 
I am the imposter 
Your back is the world 
Your breath is the race….

Tell me when the heart leaves 
The fleshy tub
And shows itself 
Do I pelt it with promises 
And chase it calling 
Liar Liar.

Summer clouds 
Scarves for everyman…
Birth from the eyes
Crops from the telling 
Sleet from the wanting 

 

 

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M  Paul
Picture Nick Victor

 

 

 

 

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