The strangest of weights
Of long away and far ago
reduced to poetic ineptitude
hiding behind a haze of indecipherables
a web of words that would much rather sit mute in a theatre
watching play upon play
of lives that are lived in clear sight
of rhymes that do not rhyme
of poems that do not sense make
lost moorings, unknown ports of call
of endings ending
i picture a limestone cliff
lemming territory
great white waves
a grey sky
the wind, the wind
a gust to break the fall.
Of long away and far ago
reduced to poetic ineptitude
hiding behind a haze of indecipherables
a web of words that would much rather sit mute in a theatre
watching play upon play
of lives that are lived in clear sight
of rhymes that do not rhyme
of poems that do not sense make
lost moorings, unknown ports of call
of endings ending
i picture a limestone cliff
lemming territory
great white waves
a grey sky
the wind, the wind
a gust to break the fall.
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