striped like a diary on the run
striped like a diary on the runa feudal farmer tap dancing
just because the system
is wired that way
there are men on the move
concerns graver than death
roam through the labyrinth
afterbirth is not only I
daring night after night
to relinquish its hold
demanding a new world here
to walk through the hall
I am the late night tide
rolling slow motion sand
with heron scallop singing
the heavy sigh of life
Poetry by Bob
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2016-12-26 at 19:01
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