Friday, February 7, 2014

The torches of blood
Are small woven vaults
To torture a Sun
With seasons at fault

If spring is a mashup of
Varaial milk
With flowers afraid
And rain drops  Tereilp

Then migrating Spacious
Is valiant for you
Your memories fail you
Your dogwoods Carew!

Your dogwoods Carew
Your Charioteers
Your actual science
Of remembering years!
Remembering toothaches
Remembering grins.
Remembering Lasyings
Intense in the fear
Repent if you will
Jibreth of ten Swan
Collecting galeeth
With field covered dawn

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