“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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