Friday, January 17, 2014


thinking fellers
bolted Just
trains in twenty
mithreal crust
own salvation
owe it fear
bring it louder
hold  it near
we went sailing
for a while
to portray you
and your style
or a river vast and white
thinking night gulls
fashioned tides
all in always
never knows
if our sailing
is alone.
ageless whispers
drawing straws
measure silence
in the frost
diamond stainlessly appears
in a hallway
made of stone
proves that longing is alone
scarlet makeup on your hills
paintings of your windowsills
on your houses long ago
served as lodgings as I'd go
knowing that i was alone.

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