The gel turf of settled paths
a star dense sky field
of shower heads
talking to the rolling windows
someone's voice is floating me backward
but I want that warmth
that first flung me
over bramble fields
agitating like a search light
to be mirrored in stone.
a star dense sky field
of shower heads
talking to the rolling windows
someone's voice is floating me backward
but I want that warmth
that first flung me
over bramble fields
agitating like a search light
to be mirrored in stone.
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